sixeyesval
In this world, soulmates are marked at birth. A cursed sigil that remains dormant beneath the skin - until the first touch. Most people never find theirs.
Choso never expected to.
The mark on his body never reacted. Never burned. Never moved.
Until the day he nearly killed her, their blood mixed in battle.
And the marks ignite.
Now the sigils respond to proximity. To pain. To pulse.
She stands on the side sworn to eliminate him.
He stands beside the man who created him.
The bond doesn't ask for permission.
It doesn't care about allegiance.
It only demands recognition.
And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell whether this is fate or something far more dangerous.