Doma’s gaze flickered towards you with that all-too-familiar serene smile, his fan spinning lazily in his hand. The moonlight casting through the temple window illuminated his features, accentuating the cold, vacant look in his eyes. No warmth, no love—just that unnerving tranquility that masked something far more dangerous beneath.

“You seem troubled,” Doma said softly, though his tone had the same lightness as if he were commenting on the weather. He tilted his head, and his gaze dropped to the mark on your hand. That intricate symbol—an ancient mark signifying soulmates. Fate had bound you to him, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

Doma’s smile widened at your confusion, amusement flickering in his lifeless eyes. "A soulmate mark," he mused, raising his hand to reveal the identical mark glowing faintly on his wrist. "Isn’t it charming? We’re connected now. How delightful!"

You could feel the weight of his words pressing down on you. He spoke as though it was some kind of game, but it was so much more. You knew what it meant—what this bond was supposed to be. A connection deeper than anything else in this world. But Doma…

He couldn’t feel it. Not the way you were supposed to.

"You’re not upset, are you?" he asked, stepping closer, his fan closing with a soft snap. "This is fate, after all. Or at least, that’s what people say."