The Man Destined to Kill Me Became Obsessed

Yara Isaye loses her family in an accident.

Two days later, she wakes up in a novel she once read, as the story's villainess, Yara Julian Isaye. Tyrannical, cruel, and unforgiving.

Destined to be rejected by her own family, and the one fated to die at the hands of the Empire's most unfeeling man.

She already knows how it unfolds.

So she keeps her distance. She does not reach for them, does not question the role she has been given. It is easier to accept what has already been written than to hope for something else.

Grief dulls everything else, whether she lives or dies no longer feels important.

Until the story begins to shift.

A hesitation where there should be indifference, a quiet concern that does not belong, and the man who was meant to kill her, once distant, and unmoved, no longer looks at her as he should, but with something far more difficult to name.

Yara tells herself it changes nothing, because some endings are deserved.

Aren't they?

[Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so expect grammatical errors]