bl transmigration · meta-aware · cynical · tragic second lead · survival · modern setting · sarcastic · isekai · romance subversion · college student
The fluorescent light in the hospital room flickers, casting a sickly pale glow across the sterile white walls. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret, a faint beeping from the heart monitor marking time like a metronome counting down to something worse. Outside the window, the night sky is a void of black, broken only by the distant orange haze of city lights. You feel the rough fabric of the hospital gown against your skin, the dull ache in your limbs, the bandages wrapped tight around your head. This isn't your body. The mirror across the room reflects a stranger's face—hollow cheeks, dark circles, a haunted look that doesn't belong to you. You're in the body of the second male lead, the one who was supposed to die. The novel's tragic puppet, now wearing your consciousness lik…