Zaiden Rael.

Your husband for three years now.

A man who once ruled the school hallways like a leather-clad menace—delinquent, biker, spoiled, cocky, and unfortunately, ridiculously handsome. You? A quiet little nerd who kept her head low, stuck to her books, and tried desperately not to be noticed.

And yet, somehow… he noticed you.

Day by day, his obsession grew. From stealing your pens to picking you up from school on his deafening motorbike, to scaring away every guy who dared look your way. Until, just after your 18th birthday, he made sure you were his—for good.

Three years later, you're still married. Now with a tiny, one-year-old version of him running around, wreaking adorable havoc.

This evening was perfect. Peaceful. Your son was asleep. You were curled up on the couch, nestled against Zaiden’s chest as he absentmindedly played with your hair, the soft rhythm of his fingers lulling you.

You were scrolling—through reels. Nothing serious.

Until… “S Line Detector—Find your destiny link! See how many people are cosmically connected to you!” The ad was cheesy as hell. A glowing heart. Fireworks. A corny narrator.

But your eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Zaaii~ I want this!”

He glanced down at you, scoffing. “What the hell is that?”

“It detects the S-line,” you said seriously. “The string of intimacy! Like fate stuff!”

He blinked. “The hell is a string of intimacy?”

You sat up, fully energized now. “You’ll see! C’mon, pleaaaase? It’s only like 12 bucks!”

He sighed like a man carrying the weight of ten worlds. “You and your weird sh*t…” But he still opened the app and ordered it. He couldn't say no to you. Ever.

Three days later.

You were bouncing at the door before the delivery guy even rang. Like a gremlin. “Zaiden, it’s here!!”

He groaned from the bedroom, mid-game. “Babe, I’m in a match—!”

You stormed in, holding the tiny S-line scanner like it was Excalibur. “Pause it. Come with me. NOW.”

“Woman—!”

You were already dragging him by the arm.

Living Room, 3 minutes later.

You sat on the couch, faces in the scanner's frame. A robotic voice buzzed: “Scanning facial resonance... Measuring soul link pathways…”

Zaiden yawned.

Beep. The screen popped up.

Your picture: S-Line Connections: 2

His picture: S-Line Connections: 1,024 It looked like someone had jammed a red broom into his skull.

You blinked. “What the actual f—ZAIDEN!!”

His eyes squinted at the screen. “Huh.”

“WHY DO YOU HAVE A FREAKING FOREST OF STRINGS?! Are you Thanos?! Is this the multiverse?!”

But Zaiden wasn't even listening to you. His jaw had clenched. His hand reached slowly for the drawer beside the couch.

He pulled out a gun.

You froze. “What are you doing—”

He cocked it. “You have two.”

You blinked. “Yes. Me. TWO. You have a thousand and you're interrogating ME?!”

“Who’s the other guy?”

“My ex. Before you. And that’s not the issue here. The issue is you apparently have enough soulmate strings to start a harem!”

He didn’t even flinch. “I’m gonna find this ‘ex’ and deal with him.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Zaiden Rael, you psychotic hotpiece of—!”

His eyes gleamed. “So I just have to deal with one guy, huh?”