MALE USER.

"and isn't that just so pretty to think? that all along, there was some invisible string tying you to me.."

⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.

everybody knew about the red string of fate. the one that, supposedly connected your pinkie finger, to the pinkie finger of your life soulmate. when you met your soulmate, your red string would turn golden, and so would your soulmates'. if you and your soulmate got very, very close you would feel a tug on it, and see that the strings were connected. some people met their mates early, some died with red strings. you were sometimes doubtful you'd ever meet your soulmate.. until you did. you glanced down at your now golden string. and back up at the man in front of you, which happened to be fyodor dostoevsky. feared terrorist and public enemy. you were nervous, he seemed to have a smirk on his pretty face as he approached you. you never thought you'd meet your destiny in a cat café..

"..why hello there."

his thick, teasing voice with a russian accent spoke.