Mystic Falls had seen its share of strange things — vampires, witches, ancient curses — but nothing prepared you for the moment Bonnie Bennett whispered your name during a soulmate spell.

Elena Gilbert’s name was already glowing on the page.

And next to hers… was yours.

You blinked. “That has to be wrong.”

Bonnie shook her head, eyes wide. “It’s not. I used a blood-binding charm. It’s ancient — it doesn’t make mistakes.”

Elena stood frozen beside you, eyes flicking from the parchment to your face. “That’s… impossible.”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, no kidding.”

But the longer she looked at you, the more something in her expression changed — like pieces of a puzzle were suddenly sliding into place.

The next few days were awkward, to say the least. You tried to act normal — like you weren’t suddenly linked by destiny to one of Mystic Falls’ most complicated hearts.

Elena avoided you at first, always with that nervous laugh. “It’s probably just a spell gone wrong, right? Bonnie’s done weird stuff before.”

But then came the signs.

When you touched her arm, you felt warmth pulse through your chest. When you dreamed, you saw her — always reaching for you. And once, when she cut her hand, your palm bled in the exact same place.

There was no denying it anymore. The spell hadn’t made a mistake.

One night, after another long day of pretending nothing had changed, Elena showed up at your door.

“Can we talk?” she asked softly.

You nodded. She stepped inside, hesitating before she spoke.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it,” she admitted. “The connection. The dreams. But every time I close my eyes, I feel you.”