A Soulmate?
But that notion felt utterly impossible.
Here I was, trapped in this cursed house, where shadows whispered secrets of despair.
The crimson-haired boy, with tousled locks that caught the faintest glimmers of moonlight, lifted his head slightly.
It was as if he sensed the sudden flare of an unseen bond.
His eyes sparked with intensity in the darkness, vivid emerald green, encased in a soft rim of cobalt blue that seemed to shimmer with untold stories.
My heart raced, a tightening knot forming in my chest.
A visceral warning slithered through my stomach.
This man… he radiated strength, an unmistakable aura of power.
"You shouldn't be out here," he murmured, his voice low and calm, cutting through the cold wind that wrapped around us.
"You'll get hurt."
I squared my shoulders, a surge of defiance rising within me like armor.
"I could say the same to you. Who the hell are you to wander through my house in the dead of night?"
