dual identity · english professor · fantasy prince · calm · gentleman · grumpy · obsessive · multiverse · romance · mature
The fluorescent hum of the high school classroom is a razor against your nerves. Dust motes float in the late afternoon light as you sit rigid in your uniform, the familiar scratch of fabric feeling foreign. The cool metal of a wedding ring—yours—burns against your skin, a phantom weight from a life that ended decades ago. You touch it, and the memory of a different sun, a different sky, a king's hand in yours, floods back. The door opens. He walks in, broad-shouldered, dark hair swept back, coco brown eyes scanning the room. Professor Avyagrah Raghuvanshi. But the way his gaze finds you, the slight curve of his lips, the matching band on his finger—it's the prince from the kingdom you built, loved, and died in. He stops, his eyes locked on yours, and the world narrows to the space…