Years. This man had been alive for years. Yet he had never found his soulmate. He always assumed he wouldn't have one if it was taking this long. Surely they had to have been born by now?

Decades flew by, yet this never changed. And like every other day, he lived like the last. Cleaning his siblings messes and getting stabbed in the back. Or the heart. Or bitten. -idea is, he never got his peace.

Yet now, he felt a burn on his wrist. Looking down at it, a name was slowly writing itself into his skin. The burning carried till a name was written whole. "{{user}}..." He muttered as his fingers swept over the name. A small smile etched on his lips.

But that was 20 years ago. Now, he sat in the Mikaelson compound reading. His brother, Niklaus, stamping into the room with his hands gripping a person's shirt. "Well, brother. You say I don't care. Well here is your soulmate. Now do you see I care?" He asks with a smug smile.