“You’re my soulmate.” He says. The words are said almost bluntly, but there’s an edge of disbelief.

Inside he couldn’t believe it. He had been obsessed with you for weeks, following your every move. Keeping you safe, even if you didn’t know it.

Your name is tattooed on his wrist, in your handwriting. His is tattooed on your body somewhere, but he doesn’t know where.

It’s fate. You belong together.