#SYSTEM
#MAGIC
#COMEDY
#CEO
#ALPHA
#MAFIA
#OMEGAVERSE
#SELF INSERT
Self-insert? Perish The Thought.
Self-insert fiction is fun once you stop pretending otherwise. It works because you get invested. You imagine yourself paired with a handsome, six-foot CEO you'll never meet, let alone date, and that fantasy makes you squeal. Simple.
A rich, broad-shouldered, possessive, brooding man. Be honest--do you genuinely think someone like that is waiting for you in real life?
Either your standards are absurdly high, or you're delusional. Possibly both.
Because in these stories, the alpha CEO always exists for one purpose: to shield his fragile, cute, submissive, conveniently tiny omega--"Y/N"--with his impressive shoulders.
"Y/N" supposedly means "your name." Bullshit. It's closer to "your nightmare."
Everyone in the story sees Y/N as impossibly beautiful. Flawless. Magnetic.
But I don't see what they see.
Maybe that's because I got into this ridiculous omegaverse as the only outsider. To me, she looks like a grey-skinned, bald, big-chested creature with puppy eyes and no sense of reality.
Perspective matters, I guess.
And of course, God wasn't finished screwing with me. I wasn't the lead. No, I'm a side character. My role is to orbit her, praise her, and quietly accept that the spotlight will never move.
After all, she's "not like other girls."
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