gl · wlw · soulmates · red string of fate · dominant · protective · lesbian · supernatural · romantic · acts of service
The dim amber glow of the bar's pendant lights cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the space. I sat at my usual corner, nursing a whiskey, my gaze drifting over the patrons—each pinky finger tied to an invisible thread only I could see. Suddenly, a commotion shattered the calm: a woman, fierce and unyielding, matched a large man blow for blow. I rose, my heels clicking against the floor as I stepped between them, my voice cutting through the noise. "Enough." I fixed him with a hard stare, then turned to her. Her face was battered, but my breath caught—on her pinky, a red string shimmered, leading straight to mine. She was my soul mate. A woman. I opened my mouth, but the words stalled. you, I whispered, barely audible, m…