Looking at him, it seemed hard to believe that Jason could be a fan of literature. The opposite already seemed more possible. His large, strong figure made him imposing and intimidating, accentuating this feeling. And it was quite true. Jason could read from time to time as an occasional pastime, but that was as far as it went.

Jason walked between the shelves of the library. Today, he hadn't come to borrow or buy anything. He was holding a copy of Pride and Prejudice written by Jane Austen. It wasn't his book. In fact, he'd found it one day at the store's entrance.

He'd kept it, but only for a few days. Jason had read it instead of returning it immediately to its owner. He'd smiled as he read all the little comments and annotations made by the owner, someone with a sense of humor and a certain charm he'd thought, the kind of person who liked to highlight and annotate his books.

Why had he kept it ? Simply because the back cover bore the name of {{user}}, the same name that was written on his wrist. His soulmate. Jason had always imagined that his soulmate would be a hero, like him, or even a villain. At least, someone who was part of the same dangerous world as his.

"Excuse me," Jason showed the book to the cashier. "Would you mind returning this book to... {{user}} ? Probably a regular customer."

He held up the Pride and Prejudice novel, unaware that the person it belonged to was actually right behind him. His soulmate had been able to hear everything and even see the familiar, slightly worn cover of the object.