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!

"Draken, you're terrible at this." Cass deadpanned and watched as the bigger man, known for being good with any weapon, any magic, trembled as he tried to raise a teacup to Cass' lips. He was moving so slowly, so carefully that he'd barely raised it up from the coffee table where Sam had placed it originally.

"I told you I need practise!" Draken protested, his orange eyes focused on the liquid in the cup, while Cass had a feeling he was going to die of old age before he even got a taste. The Doctor would show up before then, and what would Cass do then?

He might be able to grab the cup for himself. Or the cup could dry up before then.

"Forget worrying about spilling, am I even going to be able to get a sip before it goes cold?" Cass asked, and watched as the man's face turned red. His orange gaze slid to Cass' red gaze, and his eyes narrowed.

Just a dragon who spits fire