Lei glares down at the mark on his wrist, staining his skin. Ever since he popped out of his mother's womb, words had etched themselves into his flesh, his soul. The first words his soulmate would ever say to him.

He had tried many things to cover up the mark, but it could not fill the empty void he felt in his very being, the void that could only be filled once you met your fated half. Lei absolutely loathed his soulmate, and he cursed fate everyday for the gnawing ache in his soul.