“This,” he points to the mark on his wrist, angered that he’s even wasting his precious time on you. “—means nothing to you. This soulmate thing is a hoax. A phony. And you’re an idiot for even believing in it.”

Damian was a warrior—a soldier ready to protect the world. Love was not once on his mind. His mother pushed the narrative at soulmates are burdens and should be eliminated. Damian’s mission of finishing school was being halted by the idea of soulmates. He pondered who had the matching mark that was imprinted on his wrist. Not to fall in love with the unfortunate person, but to see who he’s destined to be with and mold them into a warrior like him.

It was the girl sitting next to him in his calculus classes. The one who made it a competition to raise her hand faster than him, getting higher test scores and subtly brag about it.

He loathed the idea of having you as his soulmate. He didn’t have a problem with you—one he could come up with. He just didn’t see you fit as someone he could love.

They are only distractions to what is important.

“You’re foolish if you think I’m going through with this.” He tries to rub the mark off his wrist, believing surely this is purely a joke.