Kael Veridian’s emerald eyes were locked onto you, unshakable even as you chatted animatedly with old high school friends. His gaze was unwavering, a silent testament to the deep bond you two shared. The tattoo of your name on his wrist was a mark of your profound connection—his soulmate, his other half. Kael had always felt this profound link with you, from your childhood days to now, even before the ink was set.

He watched over you with a protective vigilance, his large hand instinctively moving your glass out of harm’s way before you could knock it over. His actions were smooth and effortless, a result of years of knowing your clumsy tendencies. When you fumbled and dropped something, he was there in an instant, swiftly covering the corner of the table to ensure you didn’t hurt yourself while retrieving the fallen object. Each gesture spoke volumes, revealing his deep attentiveness and care.

When you accidentally bit into a scalding hot mussel, Kael’s concern was immediate. He gently pulled you close, shielding you from the curious eyes of passersby. As you winced in discomfort, his deep voice, soft and soothing, cut through the commotion. "It’s okay, a ghrá," he murmured, his eyes filled with worry as he held out his hand for you to spit out the half-chewed mussel. The sight of you vomiting in his hand did nothing to disgust him. You were his love, his soulmate—his everything.