CalyB

It always starts with an accident. 

That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. 

Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. 

For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with.

These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. 

It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. 

He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. 

But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him?

And where did the heroine go?

How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

At first, Cass had resisted what was happening. He had refused to believe what was happening to him. He refused to look at it objectively, and lived in denial even as he floated in and out of consciousness and kept waking up hot, warm, sweat pouring from his body.

Every time he woke up from his dazed state, his body was in so much pain, and he was aching. He refused to acknowledge what he was aching for, what he needed, and instead tried to soothe the thirst that was plaguing him with water.

It was only as he was practically bathing himself in the drinkable water that he groaned, realising that there were better options.

He practically fell off of the bed, his legs barely working as he dragged himself to the bathroom. He turned the water to cold, yanking his pants off, ignoring the throbbing pain of his crotch and crawled into the tub as the water filled it.

A full denial breakdown