How To Survive As A Villain

Sabrina Millers - The female lead

Ren gazed at the closed door, a knot tightening in his stomach at the mere thought of encountering Sabrina at this hour. His being half an hour early did nothing in his favor.

"You've forgotten your hoodie, host," the system chimed in, ever timely.

"I don't want to," Ren replied with a slight pout, his tone resembling that of a spoiled child. A tactic he often used with his grandmother, which always seemed to work in his favor.

Pushing aside memories that threatened to resurface, Ren continued the bickering with the system. He did not want to hide in the shadows.

The system empathized with Ren's stance, the victim often loses confidence and hides while the bullies remain brazenly confident.

"Dear host, appearing without your hoodie may draw unwanted attention from those you wish to avoid. It's not conducive to our future objectives," the system jumped beside Ren and patted his leg.

Maybe the system wanted to pat Ren's head, but those tiny furry legs didn't support such high ambition.

"Call me Ren, little God," he sighed, breath escaping through his slightly parted cherry lips. 

"Yes, you're right. I almost forgot about that. But must I always hide?" Ren knelt and grabbed the little God in his arms.

"No, Ren," the system reassured him, its virtual voice a comforting presence.

"Endure this until we secure a new place to reside." 

He doesn't know about the new place... however, this furry little creature did find a comfortable place in his embrace.

The thought of a new home did stir a glimmer of excitement within Ren.

With a resigned sigh, Ren donned his zipper hoodie before reaching for the door, silently praying to avoid any encounter with that unfamiliar, yet unsettlingly familiar, face.

The face of the female lead and his neighbor.

As the door swung open, Ren's heart sank. Sabrina was still there, even after the fifteen-minute delay.

Sabrina, afraid to face the closed door again, grabbed it with her dainty hands and pulled it open with all her force, causing Ren to stumble into her embrace.

A light, sweet floral scent enveloped her, reminiscent of Perssia, a heavily layered white flower favored by royalty for its charm.

The scent, like an allure of innocent beauty trapping everyone in her cage. It appears at one moment and disappears in the next.

Her arms tightened around Dorian as her nose dug deeper in the crook of his neck inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma before being pushed away.

 "Stay Away!"

Her smile froze, and so did her raised arms.
Dorian's frown unsettled her, but something even more alarming, clenched Sabrina's heart: Dorian's voice, a melody she had longed for over the years.

She could still recall the thrill that lingered in her mind, brought by his enticing echoing cries.

Her emerald eyes found his gorgeous face. Those golden eyes shimmering with vitality she had never seen before. His furrowed brow seemed like a precious jewel in itself.

"What do you mean, 'stay away,' Dori? Hmm?" Her once-sparkling eyes narrowed with anger. 

"You dare to show your face and speak in front of others, knowing damn well how much I adore you?"

She took a step ahead and easily cornered Dorian against the Wall, " You betrayed me for that wench, Win."

"Weren't you the one behind all this?"