Caught in the Clutches of Chaos

"For the past few days, I've noticed a rabbit that bolts every time it sees me, like I'm some predator about to gobble it up. Honestly, who do these animals think I am?"

The first thing that caught my eye as I re-entered the chemistry lab to grab my forgotten phone was the one and only male lead of this chaotic story—Damien. If I were following my gut, I'd have turned right back around and headed straight for the cafeteria, abandoning the phone altogether. But, alas, that phone was too important to leave behind.

It wasn't just any phone—it was a gift from Luca's parents for his 18th birthday. And as the current, albeit unwilling, tenant of Luca's body, I couldn't risk explaining to his parents what happened to their precious gift. And yes, you heard right—I'm the unfortunate soul now inhabiting Luca's body, and my name, by some cosmic joke, also happens to be Luca.

This whole situation is beyond insane, but here's the rundown: last week, I transmigrated into a werewolf novel—a clichéd mess I found while scrolling through random websites for school project material. I have no idea what kind of dark magic or twisted curse was tied to that story, but one thing's for sure: after finishing it and drifting off to sleep, I woke up smack dab in the middle of its plot. Welcome to the novel's world, where I am now trapped.

Now, don't get me wrong—I love reading about obsessive, possessive male leads doting on their tearful, delicate love interests. But living it? That's a nightmare I never signed up for! I'm here for the romantic flutters, not the heart palpitations that make me question my life choices.

Take now, for instance—my heart is practically doing acrobatics. This is beyond a joke; this is torture. I want to go home, back to my normal, drama-free life. Since the first day I was dragged into this nonsensical plot, I've discovered that I'm playing the role of a psycho. Yep, you heard that right—a psycho who's obsessed with the male lead to the point of wanting to murder his soulmate. Fun times, right?

"G-Give me back my phone." Seriously, could I sound any more pathetic? Get a grip, Luca. He's not going to eat you. Sure, he's a werewolf, but it's not like he's going to chow down on you in the middle of the school lab. Besides, you're a werewolf too, so if push comes to shove, you could... eat him back? Ugh, this logic is falling apart.

"Is this really your phone? Can I trust you?" His tone was so casual, I nearly lost it. Is he blind? Who else in this entire school would have a pink, glittery phone with flowery stickers all over it if not Luca—the original owner of this body?! And let's not forget the giant, sparkling name "Luca" plastered across the case like a neon sign.

"Believe it or not, that phone is—" Before I could snatch the phone from Damien's hand, which he was casually twirling around like it was some toy, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. The next thing I knew, I was yanked off my feet, crashing straight into his broad chest. I mean, seriously, what the actual hell?

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