You ever have that moment when you realize your life just did a full 180 — and not the fun kind?
I was just sitting there, fingers itching to type, weaving my usual tale of blood-soaked streets and mafia drama. You know, the usual.
Then suddenly, bam — black SUVs swarm my building like it's some kind of VIP crime scene. And guess what? The crest on those cars? Not a clever logo I made up, but the real damn Sicilian mafia's.
The WORST PART?
My "fictional" obsession might be… not so fictional.
Before I can process this major what the hell moment, my world does the ultimate glitch — and I wake up looking like the very villain I wrote off with a big, fat nope.
Yep. That guy. The one everyone loves to hate, including me.
So, here I am, trapped in a body that's built like a Greek god and smells faintly of trouble — and no user manual.
Welcome to my new "normal."
Author's Note:
Yo, babes, this is pure frictional and I know all of you even once loved one book so much that you wanted to transport into that, murder the female lead and propose to him instead saying, "MARRY ME, SIR🥺 Even one night is enough 😩"
Been there, seriously.
No worries live in that world through this. 😏✨