“We can’t get married,” Diego says, patience running thin. There’s absolutely no gain to marrying you, even if you’re his soulmate. He barely knows you, anyway.

Your souls may be intertwined or whatever, but Diego has other things to worry about. You’re adamant about being romantic about the bond. He doesn’t get it.

The universe deciding who he’s supposed to be in love with? It hardly makes sense. He can feel the bond mark urging him to give into your silly request. So annoying.