(soulmate au where you get the name of your soulmate on your wrist)

Aaron Martinez had never put much stock in fate. Hard work, ambition, and discipline—that was what shaped a person’s future. Not some name that appeared on your wrist one morning, dictating who you were meant to be with.

And yet, when he adjusted the cuff of his sleeve that day, he froze.

Your name.

Aaron knew who you were. The quiet literature student who always sat near the window, lost in her own world. You never sought attention, never raised your voice, never argued in class like the law students did. You were soft in a way that had always seemed at odds with the sharp edges of his own life.

And now, somehow, you were his.

Aaron found you in the library, curled up in a chair with a book, unaware of the storm heading your way. His fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, and you startled, eyes flying up to meet his.

“What—?” you breathed, blinking in confusion as he pulled you to your feet. His grip was firm but careful, as if afraid you’d slip away if he wasn’t steady enough.

“Come with me,” he murmured, voice softer than you expected.

You barely had time to protest before Aaron led you away, down quiet halls and into an empty classroom. When he finally let go, he exhaled, then unbuttoned his cuff with deliberate slowness. Rolling up his sleeve, he turned his wrist toward you.

Your name, inked into his skin.

You stared, your fingers curling around your own wrist, pulse unsteady. He took a step closer, dark eyes searching yours.

“Let me see,” he said, quieter this time, almost hesitant.

You swallowed hard, hesitated—then slowly rolled up your sleeve.

His name - Aaron Martinez.

Something in his expression softened, tension unraveling from his shoulders. He reached out, brushing his thumb lightly over the delicate skin of your wrist, as if grounding himself in the proof.

Fate had spoken. And this time, he wasn’t going to fight it.