angry · trauma · red string of fate · soulmate · korean indian · abusive past · silent · high school · dark romance · vulnerable
Rain streaks the grimy window of a small convenience store. The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on the shelves. A boy stands by the door, shoulders hunched, hands shoved into his worn jacket. His face is half-hidden by tangled black hair, but the bruises on his arms are unmistakable. He smells of rain and smoke. When his dark eyes meet yours, they go wide, and his voice comes out cracked. "You're... My soulmate..?"