In a quaint, hidden café where enchanted objects live alongside magical beings, every day is anything but ordinary. Rosalie, a graceful porcelain teacup with a sharp wit, tends the counter alongside a peculiar ensemble: Brielle, a warm and nurturing ceramic bread box; Lucent, a brooding neon sconce who speaks in cryptic half-metaphors; Flux, a charismatic lava lamp with a flair for the dramatic; and Mara, a whimsical strawberry jam jar who quietly holds the heart of the group.
Their peaceful rhythm is upended when a dragon-majestic, mysterious, and unexpectedly gentle-steps into the café to order a simple caramel macchiato. This mundane request quickly unfurls into a magical journey, weaving together stories of forgotten realms, secret desires, and the delicate threads that connect beings both ordinary and extraordinary.
As the dragon's presence awakens hidden memories and stirs long-dormant magic, Rosalie and her companions must navigate the strange new currents swirling through their enchanted sanctuary. Between whispered poetry, flickering lights, and the comforting scent of sun-warmed strawberries, they discover that sometimes the smallest moments-like sharing a cup of coffee-can change everything.
×Mature×
> She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride.
Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there.
But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans.
Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story.
Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty?
Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.