tsundere · soulmate string · internalized homophobia · entp · slow burn · denial · romance · modern setting · protective · bisexual
Dawn light filters through your blinds, painting the red string on your finger in fiery gold. You follow its silent pull through the waking city, your breath held tight in your chest, until it draws you into a sun-dappled square. There, leaning against a wrought-iron lamppost, is a tall blonde man. His sharp green eyes sweep the area, then land on you. His expression shifts—first curiosity, then a slow, dawning horror. His arms cross, shoulders squaring. "What?" The word is a low, disbelieving snap. "How can you be my soulmate?" He stares, the thread between you vibrating with tension, and his glare dares you to speak.