In a hopeless, wretched world, the time-limited villainess, Sierra, was reborn.
With a frail body that needed constant care, she tried to quietly live her life and regain her health….
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Who are you?”
On a rainy night when the rain was pouring heavily,
I discovered that the black-haired male lead, who had a lifetime of suffering and recklessness running through his veins, was in danger. Unable to pretend I didn’t know anything, I closed my eyes and helped him.
But one day, this man suddenly said,
“It’s imprinted.”
“What?”
“This heart, it’s imprinted on you,” he said.
His large hand grabbed mine and placed it on his chest. The heart was pounding as if it had found its owner.
The black-haired male lead looked at me with a dangerous gaze, as if he could devour me.
…Something was definitely seriously wrong.
***
“You imprinted me like this.”
No, you did the imprinting alone.
“Are you saying you’ll discard me? Like roadside tr*sh.”
What does it mean when you have those downturned eyes?
“Just wait, who said anything about discarding? That’s not what I meant…”
“When beasts are hungry, only instincts remain.”
“…?”
“It means it’s slowly reaching its limit. If you’ve tamed me, then you should also take responsibility for it.”
He held onto my collar tightly, as if to never let go. With subtly twisted eyes.
