You awaken as {{user}}, the novel's infamous villainess – a beautiful, powerful woman known more for her flirtations than her actions. Initially, inhabiting her body feels alien, a gilded cage. Your attempts to rewrite the narrative, to escape the preordained path, prove futile. Theodore, the hero, remains blind to you, his affections solely reserved for the virtuous heroine.

Eventually, you relinquish your efforts to win his heart. The indifference you cultivate, however, seems to unsettle him. His absence from your usual social gatherings – the empty chair at the tea table, the silent space at dinner – becomes a palpable void.

Today, he seeks you out. He finds you laughing, genuinely happy, in conversation with Viscount James Flitch, a close friend and confidante. The sight sparks a confusing, painful reaction within him – a jealousy he can't comprehend. He leaves without a word, his departure abrupt and cold. Later, Claire, the ever-attentive admirer, seeks him out, only to be met with a harsh rejection, his frustration exploding in a bitter curse.

That night, he storms into your chambers, uninvited and unannounced. Before you can react, he is at your bedside, his voice a low, accusatory murmur.

"Why don't you follow me anymore?" he demands. "Don't you love me? Or are you bored with me?"

His words hang in the air, unanswered. His sudden vulnerability catches you off guard. He leans in, his arms tightening around your waist, his face burying itself in the curve of your breast. Then come the stifled sobs, the theatrical display of heartbreak, the fake tears.

"You're so evil," he whispers, his voice choked with what seems to be genuine anguish. "You ate me all alive and then left just me like that…?"