Eloy

Yamamoto was, to put it simply, an extreme otaku. He'd done it all: read every book, manga, and manhwa, and played every game he could get his hands on. Of course, his favorite genre was dating sims. Being short, chubby, and socially awkward, he found solace in fantasizing about being everything he wasn't. On the day his life took an unexpected turn, he'd just purchased a special edition of a highly anticipated romance game. Excited to get home and play, he barely noticed the ambulance speeding by until it was too late. Ironically, the vehicle meant to save lives ended his own in an instant. As his consciousness faded, one thought echoed in his mind: I never got to experience love... or be loved. A single tear slid from his eye before everything went dark. Then... His eyes shot open. He bolted upright, his breathing ragged as he took in his surroundings. The room around him was incredibly luxurious, adorned with intricate patterns, velvet curtains, and what appeared to be... "Is that gold?" His voice came out softer, deeper. Confused, he hurriedly stood up, his movements strangely graceful. He turned around and saw a large mirror on the far wall. The reflection staring back at him wasn't his own. The short, chubby otaku was gone; there he was. Exaction. The ruthless and infamous duke from his favorite game: "Eloy" *And the husband of his favorite romance character: King {{user}} * "Where am I...?" He asked his reflection in the mirror, brushing his fingers over his own face