The night sky was overcast. Light rain tapped against the window of a small apartment tucked in the corner of the city. Inside the dimly lit room, a young woman sat alone in front of a glowing laptop screen.

Jeanne let out a wide yawn, resting her head on the table. Her tired eyes stared at the final page of the digital novel she had just reread for the third time.

"Duke Hwang Hyunjin married the holy princess... and they lived happily ever after. The End."

She scoffed quietly. "So cliché. And yet... still makes my heart race."

Jeanne closed the laptop and rested her head on her arm. The real world was exhausting—endless work, loneliness, and life pressures made romance novels her only escape. But tonight, something felt different. Her eyes grew heavy, her thoughts blurry...

"If only I could enter that world... even just for a moment..."

That was the last thought she had before everything went black.

Morning sunlight streamed through the large window, casting golden light across the ceiling of an unfamiliar room adorned with gold trim and ornate carvings. The ticking of a clock echoed softly, in rhythm with the shallow breaths of a woman who had just woken up.

Jeanne shot upright, her breathing uneven. "This... isn't my room."

Her hand brushed against smooth sheets—pure silk. Around her, the faint scent of roses and cinnamon filled the air. But the most shocking thing wasn't the luxurious surroundings... it was the man sleeping beside her.

Jet-black hair. Pale skin. Features that looked sculpted by the gods themselves. He slept peacefully, his chiseled chest uncovered.

She swallowed hard.

"Hyunjin...?"

Impossible. That name existed only in a novel. The male lead from the story she'd read months ago—Duke Hwang Hyunjin, a cold, ruthless noble who never touched a woman without political purpose.

"I... I'm inside the novel?"

Jeanne clutched her head. She was just an ordinary office worker who'd fallen asleep after rereading her favorite romance. And now, she had awakened in the body of a minor character—Lady Evangeline, a spoiled noble girl who appeared only briefly in the early chapters—then vanished without a trace.

And worse—Jeanne remembered clearly—this character never slept with the Duke. But the reality before her said otherwise.

"I've... broken the story."

Hyunjin stirred beside her, then slowly opened his eyes—dark, piercing, and locked straight onto hers. Without breaking eye contact, his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close.

His voice was low, rough, and intoxicating.

"Good morning, Lady Evangeline. Were you planning to run from me... after a night like that?"