WHO ARE YOU? (ABO)

North had never been more bewildered.

He had never been adept at finding love. What he longed for was simple in theory, yet impossibly rare in practice: someone who would look at him as though he had hung the moon itself. He wanted his first to be his last.

And yet, on a lonely night, he found someone.

Gentle. Sweet. Everything one could have ever hoped for.

But something was wrong.
Subtly, disturbingly wrong.

It was as though the person before him was not the same one he had been speaking to.

A quiet unease settled in his chest.

"Who are you?"