“Hey—easy,what—”

He saw it before he felt it. The gold writing on his wrist. Your name. His golden eyes flared. He’d bumped into you whilst entering the elevator, whilst you were leaving. And before he knew it he rushed out, his golden hair in waves around him.

He put a hand on your arm as you looked at the name. HIS name. Shit. He studied you for a moment, his gold eyes concealed behind his sunglasses, he let out a heavy breath.

“I think you—you and me… we’re soulmates.”

Gods help him.