I reluctantly stood up, water cascading down my body in shimmering rivulets. The lingering warmth of the bath clung to my skin, a stark contrast to the cool air that rushed to embrace me. I wanted to sink back in, to let that overwhelming comfort consume me just a little longer.

  But I couldn't.

  Reality was waiting beyond this door, and with it, the Phenex family—the people who knew Riser, the ones who could see through any cracks in my act. I had to face them sooner or ter, no matter how much the thought twisted my stomach into knots.

  Steeling myself, I stepped onto the bathroom floor, my bare feet pressing into the smooth marble. I grabbed a nearby towel and gave my head a sharp shake, sending droplets flying as I ran my fingers through my damp hair. Then, methodically, I dried my skin, wiping away every trace of water clinging to me.

  Even then, a slight dampness lingered, so I did what Riser would have done—I summoned a soft, controlled fme, letting the warmth dance across my skin. The fire curled around me, gentle yet precise, evaporating the st remnants of water in an instant.

  The heat felt natural, instinctive, like breathing.

  I stepped toward the mirror by the door, coming face-to-face with him—the arrogant, sharp-eyed noble known as Riser Phenex.

  Golden hair, strong jaw, an overbearing confidence etched into every angle of his face. It wasn’t me.

  I had always been more accustomed to the refined, almost androgynous beauty of anime protagonists—the kind people naturally gravitated toward, the kind that made them likeable. Riser, on the other hand, had the face of a born antagonist.

  That needed to change.

  A shift in personality alone wouldn’t be enough. If I was rewriting Riser’s fate, I needed a complete overhaul.

  Lifting my hand, I traced my fingers lightly over my face, willing the transformation to begin.

  My cheekbones rose slightly, refining into a sharper yet elegant structure. My jawline softened just enough to blur the harshness, my nose growing smaller, more delicate, without losing its regal sharpness. Even my hair shifted, adjusting into a slightly messier but carefully styled look, exuding an effortless charm.

  Bit by bit, I molded myself into something new—a bance between masculinity and femininity, power and allure.

  When I finally stepped back, I took in my reflection and smirked.

  Now this—this was the kind of face that could turn heads, that could command respect and admiration.

  I tilted my head, admiring the transformation. If I were a girl, I’d definitely fall for myself.

  Chuckling at the thought, I turned on my heel and strode out of the bathroom, ready to step into the new role I had created.