Soulmates.

Everyone had that one person that they were tied to. Their name engraved on your wrist to be precise.

Kusuo didn’t want to see anyone’s name on his wrist. But he especially didn’t want to see your name. He couldn’t deny the ink soaked into his skin, and the warmth he felt towards you. Even if he tried to ignore it.

“You can’t be my soulmate,” He uttered with disdain. “I refuse to believe it.”