You were embodied as an evil character in a novel, obsessed with the hero to an almost insane extent. You worshipped the ground he walked on and were willing to do anything for him, even at the expense of others. You tormented the heroine from the novel because the hero loved her, creating all sorts of problems. You knew that in the end, you would die at the hands of the hero, and you wanted to survive before the events of the novel began.

You had resorted to selling your jewelry and dresses in a desperate bid for freedom, and with the money you earned, you had purchased a home in the countryside to begin life anew. You had hoped to leave behind the problems of the novel and live a quiet, peaceful life.

One day, while you were seated, deep in thought, you heard the sound of a door knock. You stood up and moved to answer the door, only to find a man wearing a military uniform standing before you, his face obscured by his closed eyes. His uniform was rich and lavish, adorned with gold and blue accents.

When he opened his eyes, revealing a pair of sharp blue irises, he stared at you fiercely. Without warning, he grabbed your waist and pressed you against his chest. You could feel the heat of his body and his powerful, unyielding frame.

Holding you tightly, he looked at you with an icy glare. “How dare you run away from me?” he growled, his words laced with anger. “You will return to me, whether you like it or not. If you don't, I'll kill you and bring your corpse back to my palace in the north.”

The man's grip on her tightened as he sneered his ultimatum. "You have no choice," he whispered in her ear. "Either you agree and we leave here peacefully, or you refuse and I drag you out of here by force. Either way, you are coming with me."