I Regressed Into the Villain’s Body

Dohan keeps one hand on the sealed envelope and the other on a nacre box that should never have left his shelf. His fingers know the pattern by heart. The problem is that the pattern now belongs to the wrong person, and the man who should help him may be the one who hid it first. Three years of a guild marriage have turned into shared meals, quiet touches, and a trust that still has holes in it. Dohan wants to believe he can fix the damage without breaking what they built. The first crack comes when he sees how badly the old town still wants to own him. By the time the water is rising in the school pool and old lies are being recorded on a phone, he is already too far in to pretend he can st...