Daniel was just your average high school boy — quiet, dramatic in his head, and dangerously obsessed with BL novels. He spent most of his time daydreaming about romantic tropes and wondering why real guys never acted like the ones in his stories.
He wanted affection. Not in a "date me" way — just acknowledge me, maybe smile at me like those boys do in books. But every time he tried, people only stared, whispered, or laughed.
Until one day, while reading a particularly spicy BL novel on his phone while crossing the street — boom. Headlights, a car horn, and darkness.
When Daniel wakes up, he was in another world.
A world where everything — literally everything — is okay with BL. Where BL is normal life, and "couples" stroll hand in hand through flower markets like it's Tuesday.
It's his heaven... until he realizes he's the only one not paired up.
Daniel flipped the last page of his BL novel with trembling fingers. The tension between the two knights had finally exploded into a kiss so fiery it could burn down kingdoms. His heart thudded.
"If only people in my world were this brave," he muttered, sidestepping a lamppost and narrowly missing a barking dog.
Someone yelled. Tires screamed.
Daniel looked up, saw the car, and his last thought was—
At least I died doing what I loved.
There are many noble ways to die
But Daniel wasn't one of them.
He died holding his phone in one hand and a half-eaten sweet bun in the other, whispering, "Just one more chapter—" before the Truck of Destiny turned him into a road jam.
And when he opened his eyes again, the smell of polished wood and lavender oil filled his lungs.
He was lying in a massive bed, sunlight dancing across pale silk sheets.
His reflection in the mirror showed a slender, frail-looking young man with eyes too hollow to belong to the living.
This… this is him, Daniel barley realized, pulse quickening. The one who hated Adrian.
He remembered the story—the noble who mocked his fiancé, rejected him at every turn. The same man whose body he now inhabited.
And when he glance at up again, he wasn't under a car.
He was under a chandelier.
Then a voice "Your Grace!" gasped a maid. "You've awakened!"
Daniel had read every volume of "The Silver Oath" twice.
He knew every line, every confession, every tear-filled duel scene.
And Adrian Valtre… the proud, beautiful knight Daniel had adored for years… was his fiancé.
The door opened.
Heavy boots echoed across marble.
Daniel's breath caught.
Adrian stood there, tall and commanding in silver armor, his face cold and unreadable.
"You're awake," Adrian said at last.
His voice was steady, but there was a strain beneath it—like anger that had worn itself thin.
Yes there he is standing right before him right now—
that armor, that icy glare, those storm-gray eyes—
was none other than Sir Adrian Valtre, his number-one favorite character.
In the novels, Adrian was noble, loyal, and heartbreakingly gentle beneath his cold exterior.
Daniel had once written on a fan forum, "I'd die just to hold his hand."
Well.
Wish granted, apparently.
Because now he was engaged to him.