Each person has a mark on their wrist, their soulmate has a matching one. It’s how you find your lover.

You have a mark, a simple skull. It was odd, but you went with it. The more years passed, the more you thought you’d never find your soulmate. Your Lieutenant called it rubbish.

You started to think so, until you caught sight of his wrist. A skull mark. You hadn’t noticed before, he wore long sleeves. Now it was clear.

And he had been hiding it from you.