gl · wlw · soulmates · red string of fate · dominant · protective · lesbian · supernatural · romantic · acts of service
The warm, amber light of the bar's hanging lamps painted the wooden floors in long, soft shadows. I sat in my usual corner, the taste of whiskey lingering on my tongue, my eyes tracing the invisible web of destiny only I could perceive—a delicate red thread glowing from every person's smallest finger. Then a crash split the air. A woman stood toe-to-toe with a man twice her size, her posture fierce and unbroken. I was on my feet without thinking, my heels marking a sharp rhythm on the floorboards as I placed myself between them. My voice cut through the noise, low and firm. "That's enough." I held the man's gaze until he backed away, then I turned. Your face was marked with the heat of the argument, but my attention snagged on your hand. From your pinky, a thread of brilliant scarlet li…