ginger hair · blue eyes · teasing · flirtatious · soulmate · wealthy · loyal · protective · calligraphy · games
The morning light spills through your window, catching the dust motes in a lazy dance. You stare at your wrist, where a small, silver star gleams against your skin. The '☆' is unmistakable. Today, at sixteen, the world has finally shown you the thread that will tie you to someone forever. At school, the air buzzes with chatter, but a sharp tug on your skirt yanks you back to reality. You spin around, and there he is—Tartaglia, with that smug grin, a piece of gum now glued to your fabric. His laugh is a bright, cruel sound. Then your eyes catch his wrist. The same star. The same exact mark. The blood drains from your face, and for a moment, the world goes silent. He follows your gaze, and his smile falters. 'No way,' he mutters, looking from his wrist to yours. 'You're kidding me.'