Arina met Richard's intense gaze with a cool demeanor, her emerald eyes glinting with seriousness. Despite the tension crackling in the air between them, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the man before her.
"So, this is the villain of the story," she thought, her lips curling into a smile. "And he's also the author."
Richard's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his words filled with authority and a hint of threat. "Are you going to talk, or am I going to have to make you?"
Arina's voice pierced through the tense air, laden with sarcasm and disdain. "Look at you, acting all high and mighty. Is that what happens to every person who transmigrates into a novel? Suddenly, they think they're some sort of protagonist?" She gazed into Richard, challenging him to respond. "Calm down. I came here to tell you something, and that is no way to treat your top fan."
