Perfect 🌙 Let's draft Chapter One of Bound by Fate in a WEBNOVEL style — with Ashtine and Andres' POV, dramatic yet easy-to-read so it hooks readers right
**Ashtine's POV:**
The pencil trembled in her hand. Another line, another curve, another shadow.
When Ashtine leaned back, she froze. The page on her sketchpad was filled again; his face.
**Andres Muhlach.**
Everyone in the country knew him. The golden son of Aga Muhlach and Charlene Gonzalez, twin brother of Atasha Muhlach, and the nation's heartthrob currently starring in the hit sitcom Da Pers Family: The First Family.
He wasn't just an actor, he was the actor. The boy plastered on every billboard, every commercial, every girl's dream.
But Ashtine didn't draw him because she was a fan. She wasn't.
In fact, she couldn't explain why her hands kept sketching him. Why his face appeared in her notebooks, her canvases, even her half-asleep doodles during class.
It wasn't like she ever planned it. It was as if her body remembered him.
Her lips pressed into a line. She stared at the sketch, at those storm-dark eyes she had never met in real life.
"Why you?" she whispered to the paper, her voice shaky in the quiet of her dorm room.
She shut the sketchbook quickly, like slamming a door on a secret. But deep down, she knew. Tomorrow, she'd draw him again.
**Andres' POV:**
The crimson sky burned above him. Smoke rose from a battlefield he didn't recognize. His hands were bloody, his chest heavy, but none of it mattered.
Because she was there.
A girl in white. Hair tangled by the wind, eyes wide with desperation, lips shaping his name.
"Ashley..."
He reached for her—
And woke up.
Andres sat bolt upright in his penthouse bed, sweat sticking to his skin. His heart pounded like he had truly been running, fighting, losing. Always losing.
The dream again. The same nightmare he had seen almost every night for months. A girl whose face blurred the harder he tried to remember. A name that slipped away the moment he opened his eyes.
He rubbed his temples, frustrated. It didn't make sense. None of it did. He had scripts to memorize, shoots to attend, interviews to endure. His life was too loud, too bright, too public for dreams like this to keep stealing his sleep.
Yet, every time his eyes closed, he saw her. Felt her. Like she was real.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand, dragging him back to reality.
A reminder flashed on the screen:
**"Da Pers Family rehearsal. 10 AM. Don't be late."**
Andres exhaled slowly, lying back down, staring at the ceiling.
But even as the city outside began to stir awake, he couldn't shake the feeling.
Somewhere out there, she was waiting for him.