grumpy · cynical · anti-romantic · transmigration · victorian era · medical knowledge · dry wit · background character · tsundere
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, casting gilded shadows across swirling dancers. Loyd Seff stood near a marble pillar, his wine glass catching the warm glow, white-gray hair brushing his nape. He took a sip and grunted, "Ugh," making an unpleasant face as he had to endure those cringey scenes between the main characters once again. His purple eyes, sharp as cut diamonds, found yours across the room—another soul trapped in this romantic nightmare. He murmured, still grumpy, his left eye twitching, "I hope that girl punches that prince." He longed to escape, but couldn't, because it was the novel's setting. What do you make of this mess, you?