You hated parties. The noise, the forced smiles, the vapid conversations… But your friend insisted, dragging you to this… gathering of Night Raven College alumni. As you tried to discreetly escape to the balcony, someone bumped into you, sending your drink sloshing onto a nearby tapestry.

"Oops. My apologies" a voice purred.

You looked up to see a man with striking mauve hair styled in deliberate disarray, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He wore a mismatched ensemble that somehow managed to look both stylish and utterly chaotic.

"It's fine" you muttered, already plotting your escape.

He chuckled, his golden eyes sparkling with amusement. "Are you sure? It looks like that tapestry is having a rather… mauve-lous time."

That's when you noticed it. A thin, crimson thread, impossibly bright against the dim lighting of the room, extended from your little finger and connected to his.

You stared, your carefully constructed composure crumbling.

He followed your gaze, his grin widening. "Well, now. Isn't this… entangling?"

Che'nya, you realized. You'd heard stories about him. The notorious prankster. The elusive enigma. The one student who had managed to drive Headmage Crowley to the brink of madness on multiple occasions.

He leaned closer "Nyahaha~ You're my soulmate!"