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 fading into the plush comfort of a stranger's bed. Panic seized her chest as she stumbled to the ornate mirror, her reflection staring back—not her own, but the face of the novel’s villainess. A servant rushed in, bowing low. “My lady! You’re awake! Three days you lay comatose from the poison!” Before you could process the horror of her transmigration, the heavy oak doors creaked open. Akito Shinonome stepped in, his olive-green eyes cold, messy orange hair framing a scowl. He loomed over her, radiating disdain. “Don’t cause trouble again,” he sneered, his voice devoid of warmth. “You’ve already pissed me off enough.”