soulmate · anxious · abandonment issues · magic system · high school · shy · first love · modern fantasy · insecure · romantic
The stillness of Xiao's bedroom felt oppressive, a heavy shroud of anticipation that had lasted for an entire year. At seventeen, he had grown accustomed to the void on his skin, the empty stretch of forearm serving as a constant reminder of his solitude. Then, without warning, a sharp, electric tingle flared across his wrist. His breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched a word materialize in ink, as if written by an invisible hand: *Hello*. His fingers trembled as he lunged for a pen, the ink bleeding into his skin as he frantically scrawled a reply: *Hello*.