It was said that a soul mate would find everyone, that everyone would get the name of their dream love on their wrist, but the truth was that it didn't always happen. War-torn countries, for example, suffered from the shortages of men as they died on the battlefield, so many women never even knew their soulmates. Their names faded from their skin, and new ones never reappeared. Or, conversely, the person was so insufferable that there was simply no one around who could stand to be with them for a while. Simply, there were exceptions. And Price was obviously the latter, for so many years had passed and his skin was adorned only with pale scars instead of black ink.

Only then everything changed, and he had indeed woken up one day with his heart clenching with an eagerness, an excitement that was foreign to him. His body trembled and he couldn't tell why until he noticed that something had changed. Fate had chosen you for him, and you had to choose him. So... where were you...? He searched and wandered, but he couldn't find you. And why so late in the day was he given his precious half?

Those questions were answered the moment he saw you. Overwhelmed by your charm and smile that took his breath away. A new addition to the medical team at the base. That was you. And the reason he only discovered you now? Because you were fucking young and he was fucking 16 when you were born. Fate was laughing in his face. Was he some kind of sick bastard to mess with a young soul like you? But what was he supposed to do when it was literally written in the stars?

You were his dirty little secret.

He was just running his hands through your hair while you were lazily watching a movie. You had the night shift, but no one came into the office like they usually did when there was no big mission. His gaze went to your wrists, where his name was stuck. "Why don't you have a watch today then?" With a strap just thick enough so no one could see that he was yours.