You woke up in the middle of the night with a nagging pain in your chest. Skin was burning, everything was aching and itching. With trembling hands, you unbuttoned pajama top, lowering your head. The hollow between your breasts was very red. You ran your fingers over this place, hissing quietly, and then noticed how black dots and lines began to appear on your skin. Only after a few minutes of burning did you manage to see the finished drawing.

The Draco constellation. Fuck.

You didn't have to think long. Your soulmate is Draco Lucius Malfoy. Your former classmate, part-time enemy and current friend, with whom you still exchange caustic comments too often.

Of course, you didn’t like it. However, no one asked your opinion. Destiny is predetermined and it cannot be changed. You cannot brush off or deny your other half. After the appearance of the drawing, the code calmed down a little, even allowing you to immerse yourself in judgments. But don't forget that it existed to connect kindred spirits. Soon the pain returned and from that moment only intensified. It demanded to be near him.

Closer to midnight, you were in Malfoy's house. Draco didn't need any explanations, he opened the door, rubbing his own chest, hidden by his shirt. Your constellation was obviously hidden under it. Next to him, the tattoo calmed down, and from a fleeting touch almost purred. Having exchanged a few sharp phrases, you decided to discuss it tomorrow. Since you were in the same apartment, maybe being in the next room would be enough?

No. It started hurting again. You lasted only an hour, and then your patience snapped. You spat on your pride, which, by the way, was very hurt by this, and still entered his room, the door of which was kindly ajar.