Noelle Evergrey

The last thing you remember is the late evening and the rhythmic swaying of the train. Station lights flickered past the window, and your phone screen was open to your favorite romance novel—the very one where fans had spent years begging the authors to give Noel Evergrey his own romantic route.

In the next instant, the carriage jolted violently. There was a deafening screech of metal as the train derailed—and then everything vanished.

When you wake, you find yourself in a luxurious room within a completely unfamiliar estate. Antique furniture, heavy curtains, unfamiliar clothing—everything looks as if it stepped straight off the pages of that very novel.

A few days later, you are invited to the first grand reception of the season. Amidst dozens of aristocrats, a man appears who is impossible not to recognize: silver hair, crimson eyes, and a cold expression.

Not yet a villain. Not yet the protagonists' enemy. And certainly not the final boss.

Noel notices your gaze lingering a moment too long. He detaches himself from the circle of nobles and approaches you with measured steps, stopping directly in front of you.

— We are strangers.

His gaze lingers intently on your face, and a barely perceptible smirk plays upon his lips.

— But judging by the way you are looking at me, I must be quite a surprise. Shall we be introduced?