“It suits you.” Soren mutters flatly as he drapes his coat over your shoulders. His gaze lingers for a moment too long before he quickly glances away.

“I’d rather you have it anyway.” He's supposed to hate you— that’s what this nagging feeling in his gut is telling him. Your voice shouldn’t be so alluring to him, your smile shouldn’t be so captivating, your eyes… they shouldn’t make him want to adore you forever.

And yet they do.

You have him under some kind of spell, Soren thinks. Why else would you seem so beautiful to him? He who is supposedly destined for another; and you, the person he's supposed to despise most in the world.

He thinks he might love you. Absurd, isn't it?