A Date?

Lizell Holloway—the main heroine. The woman caught between love and temptation. Lukas Villamor's devoted girlfriend, yet a prisoner to the sinful desires of another.

As my fingers brush against my phone, a sudden wave of warmth engulfs me. It's unfamiliar, almost intoxicating, settling deep within my chest like an ember reigniting after the cold. For a moment, I hesitate, letting the feeling take root.

A sigh slips past my lips.

Lukas… this must be his past emotions. His love for her—so raw, so unyielding—still lingers, echoing in the spaces he left behind.

And yet, Lizell remains oblivious. She doesn't see the depth of his devotion, the weight of his loyalty.

She doesn't realize how lucky she is.

[Baby liz]: Good morning babe❤️

[Baby luke]: Good morning

[Baby liz]: What are you doing right now?

[Baby luke]: Nothing....

[Baby liz]: How about we meet up at StarFall Café after my work?

My heart would have once pounded with excitement, anticipation surging through me as I spoke the word—

A date!

That was what the past Lukas would have felt—thrill, nervous energy, the exhilarating rush of something new.

But now? Nothing. Or perhaps something closer to indifference. After all, I already know she'll cheat on me.

Not that it matters. The moment I woke up in this body, Lukas Villamor ceased to exist.

Now, only I remain—Steven Rosegold.

This world is no longer his life; it's my game. And in this game, I will seize everything I've ever dreamed of.

But first, a choice stands before me.

Should I play along, accept the date, and pretend to be her devoted boyfriend?

Or should I end things now, cut her off, and carve my own path?

Is this even a choice?

My answer is obviously....

[Baby Luke]: Of course! What time were you thinking?

[Baby Liz]: 2:30 PM! I'll see you before work. Love you~

[Baby Luke]: Love you too! Hope you have a great day at work. Can't wait to see you!

What? You expect me to reject her?

That was the plan. A solid, foolproof plan. Walk away, keep my life intact, and avoid unnecessary drama.

But then there's him.

Richard Holloway. One of the Top 10 S-Class Ranker. A berserker so unhinged, so utterly relentless, that even war-hardened elites whisper his name with unease. They call him Mad Dog, as he once quote " I'm all bite but no bark".

He doesn't just kill—he butchers. His inhuman speed makes dodging a joke, his monstrous strength crushes bones like dry twigs, and his sheer brutality is the kind that turns battlefields into blood-soaked nightmares. He doesn't leave bodies—he leaves remnants. Shredded, scattered, and unrecognizable.

And as if fate itself wanted me dead—he's her brother.

Her S-Class, siscon brother.

Rejecting her wouldn't just be reckless—it would be suicidal. No, scratch that. Suicide is peaceful. Richard Holloway is not.

…So yeah. I think I'll reconsider my options.

But here's the real question—did I try asking for help?

Like, cheating is bad, y'know.

The answer? No.

Because Richard Holloway doesn't meddle in relationships. Not unless his sister gets hurt. That's the one and only line he refuses to cross.

There was one time—just once—when I tried to ask for help in the game. Do you know what he said?

"Blame yourself for being weak."

Cold. Heartless. Like my struggles weren't even worth his time. Like my suffering was nothing more than an expected consequence of my own inadequacy.

As much as I hate his guts, he was right.

I was weak.

I had no chance against her boss—none at all. Fighting would be pointless, a death sentence wrapped in my own stubborn pride.

So I did the only thing I could.

I swallowed my pride, buried my ego, and set my sights on a new path. A different route. One that wouldn't lead me straight to my own destruction.

Because in the end, survival isn't about being the strongest.

It's about knowing when to fight—

And when to walk away.

"Yawns"

Honestly, I'm too tired to think right now. Too drained to process anything.

I just want to flop onto my bed and forget the world exists.

So I do.

I throw myself onto the mattress, abandoning all sense of self-preservation. The bed catches me, swallows me, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I let it.

Sleep—that's all I want.

And right now, it's the only thing that matters.