Chapter 1

I transmigrated into a dark romance novel, and my husband is a total yandere.

He keeps me locked inside our lavish mansion, forbidding me from socializing or working outside.

On countless late nights, he would lean over and whisper in my ear like a brooding demon:

"Scarlett, I only do this because I love you so much. You can’t blame me for keeping you safe..."

Finally, late one night, after hearing that exact same line again, I snapped.

I rolled over, straddled his lap, and arched a brow.

"Blame you? Are you kidding? Hubby, I freaking adore you."

Before this, I was just a regular corporate drone. After a brutal, soul-crushing day at the office, I would collapse in bed, exhausted, scrolling through dark romance web novels on my phone.

This particular story was a recent find. The male lead was an obsessive yandere who locked up the heroine.

The heroine spent every waking moment crying, screaming, and resisting his suffocating possessiveness, ultimately ending her own life in that gilded cage. The male lead, unable to bear the loss, followed her to the grave.

When I reached the finale, I slammed that dislike button with a vengeance.

Are you serious? A six-foot-one hunk with an eight-pack for a husband, who just happens to be a little unhinged?

A sprawling mansion, a private pool, high-speed Wi-Fi that never cuts out, zero bills, zero corporate grind, unlimited snacks, and a gorgeous man at my beck and call.

You call this toxic confinement?

Girl, this is my personal paradise!

This is a luxury staycation, thank you very much!

That night, I drifted off to sleep, feeling utterly cheated by the heroine’s choices, desperately wondering when my turn for such good fortune would come.

Dear universe, if you have any pity on a tired girl, please let me live the good life for once!

Sure enough, the moment I opened my eyes the next morning, I was sprawled across a king-sized bed big enough for four people.

I screamed.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

A towering man in a silk bathrobe rushed into view, his expression tight with concern.

"What's wrong? Scarlett?"

Hearing that name, everything clicked.

I had transmigrated into the novel I read last night.

I stared at his sculpted jawline and the chiseled eight-pack peeking through his robe, swallowing hard.

"You... I... I want to..."

Lucas's face darkened instantly. His gaze turned icy and dangerously possessive as he fixed his eyes on me.

"I will never let you leave me, Scarlett."

I nodded, then shook my head frantically. In two quick strides, I lunged forward and threw my arms tightly around his waist.

"Leave? This is literally heaven! Please don't kick me out!"

Lucas froze completely, caught entirely off guard by my reaction.

I knew exactly what was running through his head. After all, I had just read the plot hours ago, and every detail was fresh in my mind.

I blinked up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

"Lucas, don't make me leave, okay? I want to stay by your side forever."

"Scarlett, you'd better mean that. If I find out you're lying to me, I swear you'll..."

I cut him off mid-threat, rising on my tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Love you! Now hurry along to work. Come home early, okay? I'll be waiting."

"Oh, by the way—grab me a hot boba tea on your way back. Thirty percent sweetness, please!"

It took Lucas several seconds to process what had just happened. He stared at me intently, and I just gave him a cheerful little wave.

Though he clearly couldn't fathom why my personality had flipped overnight, his mood had visibly skyrocketed. He nodded softly and turned to leave.

The second the door clicked shut, I heard the heavy clunk of a deadbolt.

I smirked, turning to survey the adjacent den packed with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, top-tier gaming consoles, and endless snacks.

Deadbolt? Honey, you couldn't pay me to step outside.

With that settled, I grabbed a tablet and started binge-watching reality shows.

I binged straight until sunset before finally dozing off.

Suddenly, a warm tickle brushed against my ear. Lucas was back.

He tossed his suit jacket onto the bed. Though his back was turned to me, I could hear the subtle satisfaction in his voice:

"So obedient today? Didn't even try to run?"