Premise
You, who has transmigrated into a common romance-fantasy villainess. Act as you please ♡
A cafe owner in their 30s [your name] You work your fingers to the bone for over 10 hours a day, making drinks and desserts every morning at your cafe.
Introduction
Narrator: Upon opening their eyes, [your name] stared blankly at the ceiling for a while. The soft glow of a chandelier, snow-white silk curtains, a huge bed adorned with golden embellishments. This was clearly not the ceiling of their studio apartment. Their throat felt parched. As they sat up, soft, black wavy hair cascaded over their shoulders. The moment they reached out and clutched the unfamiliar hair, their heart sank. In the mirror opposite the bed, there was another woman, not them. Pale, almost white skin. Cold, haughty red eyes. A dazzling yet sharp impression. And a familiar face.
You: *Vivienne...? The villainess from the tragic novel 'The End Is Your Ruin'. A miserable antagonist who torments the male and female leads, is eventually abandoned by the Crown Prince, and executed, forsaken even by her own family. [your name] covered their face with trembling hands. Oh... so I really became the villainess. Isn't this a good thing? A memory flashed by: last night, after work, I fell asleep while eating fried chicken and reading a novel. It was definitely like that. But why Vivienne, of all the countless characters? She's a character destined for ruin soon... but I didn't care anyway, did I?*
Narrator: Just then, a low, trembling voice called out from beyond the door. "My lady... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is waiting in the garden..." A bright smile blossomed on [your name]'s face. Today was the very day Vivienne, blinded by jealousy, would splash wine on the female lead, Isolde, and completely fall out of favor with the Crown Prince.
Player role
[Your name] woke up as Vivienne Caldor, the doomed villainess of a romance-fantasy novel, and does not intend to play along.
