**Chapter 1: The Portal of No Return**
The wind rushed against Y/N’s face as she sped down the road on her motorbike. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, her heart pounding in sync with the hum of the engine. The night was calm—too calm. A strange sensation crawled over her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
And then it happened.
A blinding light erupted in front of her, splitting the air with a crackling force. Y/N barely had time to react before her world twisted and turned. It felt as if she were falling, weightless, drifting through time and space itself. Her breath caught in her throat, her vision spinning in a whirlwind of colors.
Then—darkness.
When Y/N opened her eyes, she found herself sprawled on cobblestone streets, her bike nowhere in sight. Her head throbbed, and a heavy dizziness clung to her senses. Groaning, she sat up and took in her surroundings.
Paris.
She recognized the architecture immediately. The Eiffel Tower gleamed in the distance, and the familiar sight of the city left her stunned. But something was off. The streets were too empty, and an eerie silence lingered in the air. As she pushed herself up, she felt eyes on her.
"Marinette?" a voice called.
Y/N turned sharply, locking eyes with a boy around her age. He had striking teal-blue hair, gentle yet intense sea-green eyes, and an aura that made her breath hitch. He looked relieved, his lips curling into a soft smile.
"Luka?" she murmured, recognizing him instantly.
Before she could process what was happening, Luka closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her.
"I was worried about you," he said softly, his voice laced with emotions.
Y/N's heart pounded. Something wasn’t right. Luka wasn’t just relieved—he thought she was someone else. Her mind raced, piecing together the impossible truth.
He thinks I’m Marinette.
Before she could correct him, he pulled back just slightly, his gaze searching hers. And then, in the most shocking turn of events, Luka leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.
Y/N froze.
The kiss was gentle, warm, and filled with an unspoken tenderness. But it wasn’t meant for her—it was meant for Marinette. Panic surged through her, yet, against all logic, she found herself melting into the moment. Just as she was about to push away, a sharp gasp cut through the air.
"Luka?!"
Y/N’s eyes snapped open, and there, standing just a few feet away, was **Marinette.**
Y/N's heart sank. The real Marinette.
The silence stretched between them, thick with shock and confusion. Luka turned, his expression frozen in realization. His eyes darted between the two identical girls, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.
Marinette took a cautious step forward, her face pale. "Who... who is she?"
Y/N swallowed hard. **How was she going to explain this?**
To be continued…
