My Villain Was My Destiny

As a top-tier Operative for the System, my current assignment was simple: capture the heart of this world's male lead. To conquer Troy Croft, I operated on a simple, reverse-engineered principle: relentless devotion breaks the hardest stone. Day in and day out, I threw myself at him, manufacturing encounters, pushing boundaries, and tangling myself in his sheets. I firmly believed that if I poured enough heat into him, even a man made of absolute ice would eventually melt. Tonight, I was playing my greatest hit. I had him pinned against the leather sofa, my fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his immaculately tailored dress shirt. Just as his breathing began to fray, just as that dark, consuming haze of lust finally clouded his eyes, the System’s alarm violently shattered the inside of my skull. [Warning! Target allocation error!]