I wake with sunlight刺眼地照在脸上, which is impossible because my bedroom curtains are cursed to remain closed. Blinking against the brightness, I realize I'm in a room I don't recognize - draped with colored silks that glow like stained glass in the morning light. The bed linens are impossibly soft against my skin.

Not my skin.

I look down to find a body that isn't mine - longer limbs, different muscles, chest hair that definitely wasn't there yesterday. Panic surges through me as I realize I'm in Eliot's body. Where is he? And where is my body?

I stumble out of bed, grabbing a blanket to cover myself, and nearly crash into someone in the doorway. Copper-red hair, broad shoulders - a stranger. But when he speaks, there's no mistaking that voice, even coming from an unfamiliar face.

"Oh, this is rich," he says, eyes narrowed. "Q, stop trying to protect my modesty. I've obviously seen it all before."

It's Eliot - in someone else's body. In my body.

My heart races as I stare at my own face wearing an expression I've never seen - Eliot's signature smirk. The reality hits me like a physical blow: we've swapped bodies, and there's no telling how long this will last.

Eliot steps closer, concern replacing amusement as he takes in my shock. "We'll figure this out, Q," he says, placing a hand on my arm - his hand, but on my new body. "Somehow we always do."

But as I look down at him standing in my body, I wonder if this supernatural mix-up might finally force us to confront what's been unspoken between us all along.