Suguru frowned down at you, his lips curving up into a snide expression. "Show me it again, your mark." He snips. And when you showed him his name tattooed across your wrist, the expression got more prominent. How could this be? He was a powerful sorcerer, you were a non-sorcerer. He hated non-sorcerers. They should be dead. You should be dead. All filthy monkeys didn't even deserve to be near him let alone be his soulmate. How come a monkey is his soulmate?

He scoffs and looks away, unable to compliment you. "It will have to do, I suppose." He mutters. His purple sapphire eyes darting around the park he stood in with you.