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I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know, the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right?

Wrong.

That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford. The heroine of The Crimson Devotion. The first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach, a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language.

Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken, and utterly unhinged.

"You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you."
Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse.

"Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you."

I thought I was playing the role just fine. Smiling. Nodding. Pretending not to be horrified.

But then, plot twist. Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s been investigating Marius.

Finally, a lifeline. Maybe.

Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story.

Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy.

They’re terrifying.

And I might be in way over my head.

The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

The heir, Alessio Aurenfeld, was finally born to the imperial couple after thirteen long years of waiting.

It had been a difficult journey. During the tenth year of their marriage, with pressure mounting from the nobility for the Emperor to take a concubine, he finally allowed the imperial physician and the Grand Temple's high priest to investigate together. It was a rare collaboration that produced an explanation strong enough to silence all further protests.

It had been a difficult journey. During the tenth year of their marriage, with pressure mounting from the nobility for the Emperor to take a concubine, he finally allowed the imperial physician and the Grand Temple's high priest to investigate together. It was a rare collaboration that yielded an explanation convincing enough to ease the pressure, at least for a time.

The reason for the delayed heir, they concluded, lay with the Emperor himself.

To Be Worthy of a Crown