I Became the Villainous Lord’s Beloved Doll

I was reading a novel when I suddenly found myself transmigrating.

Not as the villainess, nor as the heroine, but as the beloved doll of a black-hearted nobleman.

I awoke in the body of a doll — not even human.

Every night, I was forced to listen to the grumblings and confessions of the novel’s shadowy mastermind, Keris Layton.

At first, I thought of him only as the villain. But the more I listened, the more I realized there were reasons for his darkness. Perhaps he wasn’t such a terrible person after all.

As the only person to whom he could entrust his secrets, I began to wish that I could help him.

But I was only a doll.

“If only you were a real person instead.”

The moment I heard those words, I found myself wishing for the same thing.

The next morning, I awoke as a human.

When Keris found me lying in his bed, he was astonished.

How could I possibly explain the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar woman in the chamber of a feared dark lord?