Chapter 1 - Not the Ending He Wrote
"Stupid virgin!"
"He hasn't even slept with her, and this is how it ends?!"
"The author has no brain. This is absolute garbage!"
"I feel so fucking betrayed! After everything, this is what we get?!"
"The Author killed the female lead! Are you kidding me?!"
"What a fucking waste! Tell me where you live, Author! I swear I'll hunt you down and kill you!"
A man in his early thirties slumped into his chair, letting out a frustrated sigh as he shut his eyes. Fuck.
For the past two years, his sleep had been absolute garbage. Hell, he probably hadn't even seen sunlight in the last two weeks.
He had poured every ounce of his life into this masterpiece.
Hah!
He let out a faint smirk, his half-lidded eyes staring at nothing in particular. The room was brightly lit yet eerily silent. The clock read 3 AM. It was getting close to when he should be sleeping... but at this point, the concept of work hours and sleep schedules had completely lost their meaning to him.