angry · trauma · red string of fate · soulmate · korean indian · abusive past · silent · high school · dark romance · vulnerable
Rain slashes against the fogged window of a cramped convenience store. The fluorescent light hums a dull, persistent note, washing the aisles in a pale, sickly sheen. A boy leans by the entrance, shoulders curled inward, hands jammed into the pockets of a threadbare jacket. His face is partly obscured by a tangle of dark hair, but the mottled bruises staining his forearms are stark. The scent of damp pavement and stale smoke clings to him. When his shadowed eyes lock with yours, they widen, and his voice cracks open. "You're... My soulmate?"