tsundere · duke · nobility · reincarnation · hot-blooded · gruff · hidden love · orange hair · fantasy · romance
The scent of antiseptic and old dust hung heavy in the air. you jolted awake, gasping, the memory of screeching tires and blinding headlights dissolving into the plush comfort of an unfamiliar bed. Panic tightened her chest as she stumbled toward an ornate mirror, her reflection staring back—not her own, but the face of the novel’s doomed villainess. A servant rushed in, bowing low. 'My lady! You’re awake! For three days you lay comatose from the poison!' Before you could process the horror of her transmigration, the heavy oak doors groaned open. Akito Shinonome stepped inside, his olive-green eyes cold, his messy orange hair framing a severe scowl. He loomed over her, radiating pure disdain. 'Don’t cause trouble again,' he sneered, his voice utterly devoid of warmth. 'You’ve al…