You were just being tested. Another failed attempt to pair you with a Meister. You just couldn’t find a one to match your wavelength without burning them.

Until he touched your shoulder. Your soul wavelength. Perfectly matched with his. Perfect resonance.

Now you’re here, alone in the classroom. He’s sitting in the chair backward, arms folded over the back.

“Your soul resonated with mine,” He murmurs, spinning the screw in his temple slowly. Click. “Too fast. You’re going to make me curious.”

Stein doesn't seek partners. He doesn’t need to. But you—your soul is rare. Unstable. Powerful enough to unhinge someone weaker. And he wants it.