Sora's eyes fluttered open, the morning light slicing through the blinds. Something felt… wrong. Or maybe, disturbingly right. Her chest heaved, but not in the way it should. Her hands slid over a firm chest, broad and sculpted, each contour foreign yet intimate. Heart racing, she caught a glimpse in the mirror.
A stranger stared back—a strikingly handsome man with sharp jawlines, soft yet piercing eyes, and a body that seemed carved for admiration. Every curve, every angle was perfect. Muscles rippled under smooth skin, and an aura of power radiated from him. Sora's own reflection now felt like a dangerous temptation.
A knock at the door jolted her. "Sora? You awake?" It was Ayumi, her closest friend. The sound of her voice pulled Sora back into reality, but reality now felt… different.
Ayumi's eyes widened the moment she stepped inside. "S-Sora? Is that really you?" Her gaze roamed over him, lingering in ways that made Sora's cheeks flush—though cheeks weren't quite the same anymore. There was fascination in Ayumi's look, an undeniable spark, something unspoken and electric.
Sora tried to speak, but the words came out differently, deeper, resonant. "It's… me," he said, voice low and unfamiliar.
Ayumi stepped closer, curiosity and something more—a pull—evident in her every move. "You… you look so… incredible," she whispered, almost to herself. The air between them shifted, charged with something neither could ignore.
Sora's mind raced. How could Ayumi see her like this? How could he feel this way, trapped in a body that drew desire effortlessly? And yet, every look, every subtle movement from Ayumi sent a shiver through him, awakening a thrill he didn't know he could feel.
Their fingers brushed accidentally, a touch lingering too long. Ayumi's eyes softened, her lips twitching as if on the verge of words she couldn't speak. Sora's chest tightened. The room felt smaller, hotter, alive with tension neither wanted to name aloud