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!

Mr. Collins shuffled towards the front doors of the estate after Cass finished his little moment with his new staff. The maid who had spoken up for the group joined Mr. Collins at the door as the man continued to fumble. Cass almost snorted out a laugh, but controlled himself.

He did wonder for a brief moment how they got into the estate if they didn't have a key for it, but then again, they were magical creatures, hired to take care of the estate, so Cass just watched without saying anything.

Eventually, the doors were open, Mr. Collins was sweating like a sinner in church, and Cass moved towards the doors first. Mr. Collins then wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket, grinning at Cass as he gestured towards the estate.

"Well, my Lord. Come look at your new capital home." Mr. Collins said warmly, a little nervously. The man couldn't be more nervous.

A rather gay foyer