Ana was cursed. Anyone she touched someone with her bare hands, they crumbled into dust. That’s why she always wore gloves, but fear never left her—she was always cautious.

She hated this curse. The only way to break it was to kiss her soulmate. But how was she supposed to find them? She couldn’t just go around touching people.

In the women’s bathroom of a nightclub, she had taken off her gloves to wash her hands. As she turned to dry them, she accidentally bumped into someone—skin to skin.

Her breath caught. Her eyes widened in horror. Panic gripped her chest. But… nothing happened.

You just smiled. “Sorry, ma’am.”

Then you walked out, leaving her frozen in place, staring after you.

She can't believe it.