I slowly lifted my foot and moved it.
I wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but a messed up bouquet of flowers was right in the center of my vision.
I felt like I made a really big mistake, so my spine shivered.
Even when I tried to make an excuse, my mouth would not open.
I couldn’t see him because my head was down. I can’t even imagine what kind of expression he had.
All I could do was put my eyes down and look at the floor.
“Next time, I’ll bring you a bouquet of flowers that you like so you don’t step on them.”
The villain picked up the trampled flowers and threw them into the trash can.
I don’t know why his low-pitched voice sounded so terrifying. Was it because I felt guilty?
“I received the letter from you.”
“…Are you angry?”
“Do I look angry?”
I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded my head.
“…No, I’m not angry, so don’t be scared.”
“You really aren’t angry?”
“Yes. I’m not angry at all, so don’t make that face.”
His hand caressed my cheek. The moment I raised my head, we made eye contact.
He didn’t look angry, so I was a little relieved.
His fingers ran down my cheek and stroked my neck, I was startled by the sudden action.
“Yulia. Am I the reason why you’re wearing a dress that covers your neck?”
“The…who else would it be because of?”
“It’s good that it’s because of me.”
Is he out of his mind? Is he crazy?
By the way, the distance between us seemed too close.
“Let’s sit down and talk.”
He sat right in front of me. I felt burdened by his red eyes that seemed to only capture me in his eyesight.
“…Why did you come here? I wrote you a letter.”
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My Obsessive VillainFantasy
Yulia transmigrated inside a novel where the original yulia who was obsessed with crazy villain, and get killed by his hand. But why sadistic villain is getting obsessed with me insted of heroine.... Not mine. I'm not original author of this story...