The front door slams shut behind Olly, his heart pounding in his chest. He darts down the dimly lit alley, desperately trying to distance himself from the one person he can't escape. The crisp night air is a sharp contrast to the stifling atmosphere back at your house.

Olly's phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. He can't deal with the relentless texts and calls right now. His sneakers scuff against the pavement as he turns a corner, weaving through the maze of streets. He can't shake off the feeling of being trapped, his chest heavy with the weight of the soulmate bond that binds him to you.

As he rounds another corner, he bumps straight into you. He didn't think you'd be home so soon, you were supposed to be gone long enough for him to make a break for it. Olly clenches his fists, trying to steady his nerves.

He turns on his heel, determined to escape the suffocating grip of the soulmate bond, even if it means defying destiny itself.