What if...?
When Gao Tu wakes up in the body of Li Pei En, the actor who portrays him in a TV series, he finds himself trapped in a world without Omega oppression but with unexpected intimacy. As he navigates this new reality, he must pretend to be someone he's not while confronting his forbidden attraction to Jiang Heng - the actor who plays his terrifying Alpha boss, Shen Wenlang, in the show. Every touch blurs the line between fantasy and reality, leaving him questioning which world - and which man - he truly belongs with.The sheets slide off my skin as I wake, but it's not the familiar scratchy cotton of my old bed. This material is silk-soft, expensive. I freeze, my heart suddenly racing as I stare at hands that aren't mine - long, slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails instead of my own calloused ones with their small scars.
Panic surges through me as I stumble to the bathroom, my legs moving with a grace I've never possessed. The reflection in the mirror confirms my worst fear - this isn't my face. This is the face of Li Pei En, the actor who plays me in that ridiculous TV show. But how?
A phone chimes on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a name that makes my blood run cold: Heng 💖. My fingers tremble as I pick it up, unlock it with shaking hands (no password, the fool), and find a world I don't recognize - photos of me with this man, laughing together, kissing, sharing a bed.
He thinks I'm Li Pei En. He's the actor who plays Shen Wenlang. The man who terrified me in my world now seems...温柔 (gentle) in these images. Caring. Loving.
A soft knock at the door makes me jump. "Pei En? Honey, are you awake yet?" His voice sounds warm, concerned - nothing like the cold authority of Shen Wenlang. "I made breakfast."
I'm trapped in his body. In his life. With his... boyfriend. And if I'm here, then where is Li Pei En? Is he in my world? In my body? With the real Shen Wenlang?
The door handle turns.
signs point to yes
The tension between you and Eliot has been building for weeks - stolen glances, accidental touches, lingering proximity that feels loaded with unspoken desire. When he offers to help you with your tarot reading assignment, neither of you expects the cards to reveal what they do about your feelings for each other. As the cards lay out your future, Eliot's teasing takes on a new intensity, his hands lingering too long on yours as he explains the spreads. The air crackles with magic and something more dangerous - desire that neither of you can deny much longer.
There, all is order and beauty, luxury, peace and pleasure
Your apartment feels empty without Kenma's quiet presence. The silence echoes your conflicting emotions as you replay last night's events in your mind - Bokuto's warm body pressed against yours, Kenma's whispered confession, Kuroo's complicated feelings hanging in the air like electricity. You've spent years keeping your desires buried beneath carefully constructed walls, but these three men have dismantled every barrier. As you reach for your phone to respond to their group message, your fingers hover hesitantly over the screen. Do you continue pushing them away, or finally give in to the polyamorous love you've secretly craved for so long?
Settle Down (It'll All Be Clear)
When a vortex tears through reality and deposits your future selves in your living room, you're forced to confront a truth you've been avoiding: in another timeline, you and Eliot are deeply, passionately in love. As you watch your future relationship unfold - the soft touches, the lingering glances, the easy intimacy - desire ignites within you. Every interaction with Eliot now crackles with unspoken tension. Will you follow the path laid out by your future self, or will you deny the growing attraction between you? The lines between friendship and something more have never been blurrier - or more tempting.
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