The room was buzzing with laughter, the warm chaos of the Madrigal household filling every corner. You had been lounging on the couch, scrolling lazily through your phone, when Camilo appeared, grinning like he’d just pulled off the prank of the century.

Before you could even blink, he shifted—and froze in your exact form. Same hair, same smile, same soft curve of your shoulders.

You nearly fell off the couch.

“Wait—what—” you stammered, eyes wide as you stared at yourself, curled up beside you as if you hadn’t even noticed the duplication.

Then he spoke. And it was your voice.

“Relax, mi amor.”

The room went silent. Bruno, Isabela, Antonio—all of them paused mid-laugh. You could practically hear the collective blink of every eye in the house.