soulmate · red thread of fate · reincarnation · modern noble · duke · arrogant · conceited · model · romance · past life lover
The chandelier's golden light catches the dust swirling in the cavernous hall as Silas Thorne stands paralyzed, his storm-grey eyes locked on the faint, shimmering cord now binding his smallest finger to yours. The air carries the scent of old wealth and expensive citrus, but his mouth twists with undisguised scorn. "You?" he exhales, the word soaked in contempt. "After all those centuries… this is what fate decrees?" He takes a single step back, his jaw clenched, but the thread grows taut, refusing to let him retreat. you, tell me this is a nightmare.