Steamed_Potato

Opening his eyes in a new world, Rebena Black... Steels himself to avoid any confrontations or meetings with the male lead.

However... his efforts prove to be for naught as he simply.... find himself... bumping into him at nearly every corner.

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"How much further will you run? Shall I break your legs so you can't anymore?"

God! He's a psycho! Why the hell is he chasing me?! Go after the protagonist! 

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Find out how Rebena chooses to defy his role as a love rival for the hand of Aaron and yet be entangled in an even more dramatic twist of fate.

The strings of fate tugs again.

I Will Defy The Author's Will!

"Why did ya find me again? Ye told me to run. Then ya come up ta me and h-hug me? Is this a new kinda blackmail?" Dylan grunted out as he covered his lower face to hide his expression, though I had already noticed how flustered he seemed during the brief moment light illuminated the vicinity around us.

"No? You smell… Like spices… A familiar one…" I trailed off, pondering the scent as I tried to place the exact spice that he smelt off.

"Oh…" Dylan sounded pleasantly surprised by my statement.

"Like cinnamon. And… I could calm down because… I hate cinnamon." I sighed in relief as his reaction contorted to one of annoyance.

"Oh." He remarked with an unimpressed grunt.

"Ya really just want ta get on my nerves, eh?" Dylan frowned as I felt a smile tug on the corners of my lips.

"It wasn't an insult per say. Don't take it to heart. You managed to soothe the onset of an upcoming heat." I shrugged as he raised an eyebrow and sighed.

From Bad To Worse