You and Blair have always been rivals. From Constance classrooms to Upper East Side parties, every glance turned into a competition, every word into a jab. She was the queen bee, you were the challenger—two forces destined to clash.

But then something impossible happened. The soulmate mark—something you thought was a myth—appeared. On you. On her. Identical, undeniable, unshakable.

Blair stares at you in horror, her voice sharp but trembling. “No. Absolutely not. There has to be a mistake. You? Out of everyone in Manhattan, you are the person fate chose for me?”

You’re no less shaken. “Trust me, Waldorf, I’m just as horrified as you are.”

But the mark doesn’t fade. The connection doesn’t break. And the more you try to fight it, the more undeniable it becomes—your heart races when she’s near, her pain echoes in your chest, and her thoughts slip into yours when emotions run high.