body swap · arrogant · high school setting · mortal enemies · rich kid · jock · hostile · supernatural · comedy · rivalry
The morning light slices through unfamiliar curtains, casting pale gold across a room that smells of expensive cologne and clean linen. You blink, disoriented, your hands—no, *his* hands—tangled in silk sheets. The mirror in the ensuite catches your reflection: sharp jaw, dark hair, the arrogant smirk you've wanted to wipe off a hundred times. Zaden's body. Your enemy's life. Then your phone buzzes on the marble counter. Your own voice snarls through the speaker: "you!! The fuck is this!!" You stare at the screen, at your own face in the caller ID. What do you even say back?