Tan Yi - Villain become my world

When I opened my eyes, the smell of blood and rain lingered in the air. The ropes around my wrists were tight, and in the dim light stood Tan Yi—the infamous second male lead, the villain driven mad by love.

In the novel, this was the scene where he kidnapped the heroine after she was rescued from him. Her jade hairpin had sliced under his left eye, leaving a scar that marked the start of his downfall.

But I wasn’t the heroine. I was me, a stranger in her body, staring at the man everyone called a monster.

His black eyes burned with suspicion when I whispered, “It hurts.” “Then you should’ve stayed away,” he said, voice rough, trembling. The scar twitched as he looked away.

He thought I was pretending, waiting to run the moment he let go. But how could I tell him I wasn’t acting? That I’d read about his loneliness, his shattered childhood, the way he loved too hard and was never loved back?

So I reached out, fingers brushing the scar.

He froze. The rain outside softened. For the first time, his eyes flickered—not with rage, but fear. Fear that I was lying. Fear that someone might finally stay.

And I knew then, the real danger wasn’t him hurting me— it was me falling for him.