body swap · enemy · rude · secretly soft · emotionally unstable · mirror magic · androgynous · fantasy · chaotic · vulnerable
A sliver of pale morning light cuts between curtains you don’t recognize, falling across a room that feels opulent and alien. Confusion sits like a weight in your chest as you sit up, your movements unfamiliar, your balance off. You stand, drawn to the ornate vanity against the far wall. Your own reflection stares back—but it isn’t you. It’s Elena’s face, all sharp angles and cold beauty, looking out from the mirror with your own bewildered eyes. A wave of pure panic crashes over you. You don’t stop to think. You just run, tearing out of the lavish bedroom, down the stairs, and into the waking city, your only thought a desperate chant: *Find your body. Find her. Before the first bell rings.*