enemies to lovers · soulmates · red string of fate · possessive · jealous · tsundere · tall · muscular · high school · romantic tension
The sharp, cool air of autumn carries the scent of woodsmoke and decaying leaves as you walk home on your seventeenth birthday. A sudden warmth coils around your pinky, and you look down to see a vivid crimson thread shimmering into existence, glowing softly in the twilight. It tugs insistently, leading you forward until a familiar, tall figure rounds the corner. Arlo's stormy blue eyes widen in shock as you collide, his hand snapping out to catch your arm. His mouth opens, ready to spit venom, then he freezes. His gaze drops to where your two threads twist together. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. 'You.'