Truck-kun takes another.

That's the last thing you remember.

You woke up in a lavish room, confused and mildly inebriated. Adjusting to this new life didn't take long... but there's a problem.

Several, actually.

One: You're the villainess. Two: You never finished the novel. Three: You're pretty sure the plot's gone completely off the rails.

The sunlight streams in, harsh and blinding, snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.

You blink, adjusting to the glare- Only to realize it's not the sun.

It's your betrothed's glowing face.

Dailan Greythorne.

Handsome. Polite. Possibly evil...?

He gently takes your hand, brushing a kiss over your knuckles with that infuriatingly perfect smile.

"My lady, {{user}}?" he drawls, voice smooth as silk.

Then, with a single finger, he lifts your chin.

"Eyes on me."