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!

Everyone was surprised, except Cass, when he shakily raised his hand to place it on top of Sam's, holding onto the bottle as the liquid poured down his throat. The thick liquid coated his mouth, the taste of herbs, the bite of mint, and the slight metallic taste washing away the remnants of the healing tonic that he hadn't even been aware of that remained.

The bottle emptied, and Cass sighed, licking his lips. His gaze slid towards where Charles stood, and he jerked, crouching down and grabbing another bottle, opening it and handing it off to Sam, who stood there in shocked silence.

Everyone did, except Vespertine, who had a calculating, curious expression on his face. His arms were crossed, his bright blue gaze watching Cass as he vaguely grabbed for the new bottle, licking his lips as he waited for Sam to lower it to his lips. He didn't know why he was so thirsty, but he was, as this liquid was hitting the spot.

A vaguely familiar thirst