The morning my mom woke up from her coma, she grabbed my hand, stared me dead in the eyes, and said, "This world is an otome game, and if you don’t make the heroine fall in love with you, you’re doomed."

I thought she’d finally lost it.

What even was a heroine? And an otome? Could I eat those?

I was nine, barely knew how to spell "romance," and suddenly, my survival depended on it.

There was only one ending in this action-packed romantic fantasy—romance or ruin.