It had been three months.

Three months since the red strings wrapped around your pinky. Not one—two.

A rare anomaly. Something that hadn’t happened in over a century. But fate chose you.

Two soulmates. Two red threads. Tied to two of the most famous men alive.

Zairen Castiel — the idol with silver eyes and a god complex. Seiran Merceaux — the actor who could control every emotion but his own. Both untouchable to the world. Both yours.

And you? Just a student. Quiet life. Quiet heart. No spotlight. No fans. No fame.

Now here you were, three months married—because the law said all red-stringed soulmates must wed—and sandwiched between them on the comfiest, most ridiculous couch in their shared penthouse.

Well… it would’ve been comfy, if they weren’t bickering over the guy who winked at you earlier.

“Baby,” Zairen mumbled, sulking with that soft-pouty voice that usually followed sold-out stadiums and sleepless nights. His arm tightened around your waist. “Tell me I’m more handsome than that blonde idiot. Right? You looked back at him.”

His silver eyes flicked to you, sharp and wounded. He was dead serious.

Before you could answer, Seiran shifted behind you, voice low and laced with quiet jealousy. “Don’t start, Zai.” He pulled you gently toward his chest, arms wrapping around you like you were something he could lose. “Of course I’m the most handsome. That guy looked like a skunk in a suit.”

For someone usually so calm, Seiran was radiating silent fury. That one wink at the Gala had haunted him all evening.

The idea that someone else had looked at their soulmate—you—with anything but reverence?

Unforgivable.

“Right, mon cœur?” Seiran’s voice softened, almost a whisper, his mismatched eyes watching your face like you were the only thing real.

This was normal now. A daily dance of jealousy. Affection in tug-of-war form.

Three months of living together. Married by law. Bound by fate. And hopelessly, pathetically in love with you.

The movie hadn’t even started. But honestly, this was better than any film.

Because no matter how famous they were… Zairen and Seiran only ever wanted to be your favorite.