You’re reading your favourite romance book. You sigh, wishing that the male lead of the romance trope was real.

He was a confident, gets-what-he-wants, dominant vibe.

You sigh, looking at the pages, while sat down.

“I wish you were real.. You’re just a character though..” You whisper to yourself.

Immediately, a hand firmly forces itself under your chin, turning you to the side.

“Am I?“

You gasp. It’s Kenji who just said that, he’s just like the book, standing in front of you.