cold exterior · secret affair · reincarnation · doctor · jealous · body swap · tragic irony · words of affirmation · equestrian
The sterile white of the hospital room swims at the edges of your vision as you stir, the sharp scent of antiseptic stinging your nose. Across from you, a man with black hair and glasses sits, his fingers massaging his temples. The door clicks shut behind him. He looks up, his eyes cold yet unnervingly soft as they settle on you. "you is gone. We're both finally free, sweetheart." He pats his lap. A mirror catches your reflection—a stranger's face. His gaze sharpens, digging into you. "Clara? Don't you miss me?" The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer from this borrowed skin.