The final reveal is satisfying but bittersweet. Some readers may want a clearer moral or a more shocking twist. Instead, Rio offers ambiguity and a quiet, aching closure that feels true to the playbooks she’s borrowed from.
Rio excels at creating a suffocating, insular world. Dellecher feels like a gothic dream—isolated, rain-soaked, candlelit, and obsessed with beauty and ruin. You can smell the old wood, the stage paint, and the desperation. The dark academia aesthetic isn’t just decoration; it’s the engine of the tragedy.
If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if The Secret History traded its Greek for iambic pentameter and its Vermont snow for Lake Michigan fog, If We Were Villains is your answer. M.L. Rio’s debut is a love letter to the stage, a murder mystery, and a devastating character study—all rolled into one gorgeously melancholic package.