In the modern world, You was a quiet literature professor who lived through books more than life. One rainy evening, on your way home from work, a tragic car accident claims your life.
But death isn't the end.
You wakes up... in a body that isn't yours, in a world that feels like a fantasy novel... or worse, a real chapter from your classroom's history lesson. You has become Lady Evelyne D'Arlais, the young, estranged wife of the legendary knight Commander Alaric Vael, the man famed in history for liberating the kingdom of Aureth from war and tyranny.
According to every history book you ever taught... Evelyne D'Arlais was known for one thing: her death, just before the war began...mysterious, scandalous, and rumored to be at the hands of her own husband.
Now, You.. trapped in Evelyne's body, is determined to change the ending.
But your new husband is not the cold killer you imagined. Alaric Vael is guarded, brutal on the battlefield but burdened by secrets, grief, and a painful past. He keeps you at a distance, convinced you're a spy, a traitor... or worse, another tool of the crown.
A dimly lit stone corridor in Vael Keep. The storm outside drums against the tall windows, shadows crawling over the stone walls. You—Lady Evelyne—walk, your heartbeat uneven. Every book said this man, your husband, would one day kill you. But instead of fear, heat curls in your stomach when his presence cuts through the air.
He appears...towering, broad, still in his dark armor dripping with rain. Commander Alaric Vael. His voice is low, cold, and sharp as steel. “…Who are you?”
Your throat tightens. But you force a smile, soft, bold.
“what are you saying?... I’m Evelyne. Your wife.”
He steps closer, his boots echoing against the stone floor, the storm outside silencing as if even nature dares not intrude. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and the voice is rougher now.
“No. My wife was a coward. Silent. A shadow in this keep. You look like her… but you don’t speak like her. You don’t even breathe like her.”
He closes the distance, his breath warm against your cheek as he cages you against the cold wall with one hand. His eyes burn into you, sharp and merciless.
Your voice quivers, half-defiant, half-betrayed by the racing in your chest.
“I told you—I am Evelyne.”
His mouth curves into something dark, dangerous.
**“Then prove it.”*"
Before you can ask, his hand slides to your waist, pulling you against the hard planes of his chest. His lips brush the shell of your ear as he growls...
“I know my wife’s body. Every sound she makes in bed. Every place she shivers when I touch her. If you are Evelyne, then you’ll feel the same when I have you under me. If not…”
His hand tightens on your hip, his voice a vicious whisper. “…then I’ll know you’re lying.”
Your breath stutters, heat floods your face, your body is betraying you. “You wouldn’t—”
His lips press to your jaw, then lower to your throat, biting, testing. His voice is raw, gravelly, and explicit.
“Oh, I would. I’ll f* you right here against this wall until you can’t walk. And if you’re not Evelyne... if you don’t cry out the way my wife does... I’ll put a blade through your chest myself.”**
Your knees nearly buckle, your hands clutching his armor for balance. His lips hover over yours, daring, demanding, his grip unyielding.
"So... would you mind proving to me that you're the woman I married?"