ginger hair · blue eyes · teasing · flirtatious · soulmate · wealthy · loyal · protective · calligraphy · games
Morning light pours through your window, illuminating the floating dust in a slow, golden swirl. You gaze at your wrist, where a small, silver star glints against your skin. The '☆' is undeniable. Today, on your sixteenth birthday, the universe has finally revealed the thread meant to bind you to another. At school, the hallway hums with noise, but a sudden, sharp pull on your skirt snaps you back. You turn, and there he stands—Tartaglia, that infuriatingly smug grin plastered on his face, a wad of gum now stuck to your clothes. His laugh is bright and merciless. Then your eyes lock on his wrist. The same star. The identical mark. The color drains from your face, and for a heartbeat, all sound vanishes. He tracks your stare, and his smile slips. 'No way,' he murmurs, looking from his…