In a surprising turn of events, I found myself inhabiting the body of a villainess from a novel. The plot had dictated that I would meet my demise for desiring the male lead, but I had other plans - I wanted to live a life of leisure as a wealthy woman.
My brother had kindly obliged by hunting a puppy for me, but things took a wild turn when he returned with the male lead, who had transformed into a wolf.
Despite the challenges, I eventually managed to domesticate the male lead and set out to find the elusive female lead, as per the original narrative. However, I soon discovered that my companion had developed an unhealthy dependency on me, and no longer wanted to leave my side.
As I attempted to explain the importance of finding the female lead, my companion reassured me that I was the only one who truly mattered to him. His proclamation of affection was accompanied by a look of intense fixation that made me wonder if I had inadvertently brought about yet another unforeseen consequence.
