In a tragic turn of events, Rin Grace, an ordinary individual caught up in his daily routine, found himself involved in a heated argument that spiraled out of control. As emotions intensified, Rin stumbled backward, lost his footing, and inadvertently fell into the path of oncoming traffic. In a heart-stopping moment, a car sped toward him, and the driver was unable to react in time, resulting in a devastating collision that left Rin unconscious and sprawled on the asphalt.

At the same time, in a parallel world, Misha Minari, a skilled assassin whose life was filled with shadowy encounters and dangerous missions, found himself in a life-threatening situation. During a high-stakes job that had spiraled out of control, Misha was struck by a bullet. The sharp pain and sudden darkness quickly plunged him into unconsciousness. Fortunately, reality shifted, and he awoke in a stark, sterile hospital room, surrounded by the beeping of medical equipment. Disoriented, he turned his head to see an unfamiliar figure standing at his bedside, their expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"You seem to be fine. Next time, don't run out in front of my car. I will be handling the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace." The man said rudely as the door closes behind him. 

That man was none other than Jay Fenrick, the Crown Prince himself.

Misha felt confused and uncertain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but everything was too bewildering. Suddenly, he noticed something strange—his hands looked different. In fact, they didn't seem like his hands at all. Misha rushed over to a nearby mirror, and, to his horror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. It was clear that he was no longer in his own body; he was someone else entirely.

So, What happened to Misha? Who is Rin Grace and How the hell did Misha end up as the Crown Prince's bodyguard?

"Misha, how is your skin so soft?" I ask.


I find myself wondering about the stupidest things when I touch him. Like, how many kisses does it take to make him out of breath? Or, if he can smell my shampoo while I suck on his nipples?


"Mmm, lotion. What are you, a perverted old man? Don't ask me that." He grumbles into my shoulder.


He is so cute. The little whimpers that come out when I tickle his sides make me want to torment him even more.


"I'm coming in," Anon says from outside the door.


Misha's reaction time is no joke. He instantly pushes me off of him. The only problem was the direction he pushed me. I landed on the floor beside the bed. Anon walks in and sees me on the floor. He looks over at Misha who is hiding under the blanket.


"You two are something else. Get dressed Parker and I will be waiting downstairs. What are you? Teenagers?" Anon says as he closes the door behind him.


Ah, well there goes the mood. I get up and sit back down on the bed.


Chapter 105 - Future Husband