I’m A Doll, But The Tyrant Is Obsessed With Me

Others usually appeared as human when they possessed a book, but I… possessed a doll. It was also the favorite doll of the tyrant, whose head was sent flying by the male lead. ‘I’ve already died once. I don’t want to die again!’ To survive, I must reform the tyrant. To do that, I first need to move my body… What? Oh, it’s moving? “Are you really Chloe? No, who are you?” The young emperor of the Burgundy Empire, a tyrant fated to die, stood before me. My goal? Reclaim my body while reforming him! * * * Her hair wasn’t black. Instead, it was golden—shiny and bright, just like the doll’s. Standing frozen in shock, Declan asked again, his voice trembling. “Chloe… Is it really you? But why do you look like a doll?” Ever since the doll had moved its hand, he had hoped that Chloe might be inside it. Now, with a translucent figure resembling the doll standing before him, his hope grew. Because in the end, people believed what they wanted to believe. “I’m not the princess.” His eyes shook greatly at the firm response.