The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

The next morning, I dragged myself into the inn’s yard for training, eyes bleary and ringed like I’d lost a fight with insomnia.

"You look like you didn’t sleep at all."

Alessio’s brows knit in mild concern as he studied my face.

Of course I didn’t. How could I sleep, with thoughts of the real Sonia running circles in my head all night?

"What happened?" he asked, gaze steady.

"Uh—oh... nothing. Really. I just had a lot on my mind."

I gave a too‑quick shrug, hoping it passed for casual.

’Yeah, right. Like I can tell him I spent the night spiraling about what might’ve happened to Sonia.’

My attempt at a smile wobbled; the conflict on my face probably showed anyway.

Alessio stared a moment longer, then exhaled.

"All right. Just—if you’re feeling unwell, tell me. We can pause training."