The symbol on his arm was everything he wanted nothing to do with — but now after getting too curious and seeking out his soulmate, he finds himself on the wrong end of the good & evil scale.

He grabbed your arm to lift your sleeve, revealing the marking of his name that only he & you could see. He scowled, a scoff escaping his lips as his gaze went back to your eyes, “you’re lucky I can’t kill you,” he spat, letting go of your arm and dropping his own sleeve.

“A god damn curse,” he huffed.