FINDING YOU (MIKEY X READER)

The clock clicked to midnight, marking your 24th birthday-the universe's biological deadline.

You held your breath and looked down. A faint tingle buzzed beneath your skin, and from the base of your tiny pinky finger, a translucent red thread spun into existence. It looped through the air, piercing straight through your bedroom wall and stretching out into the unknown.

In this world, the soulmate string only appeared under two conditions: you had to be of age, and one of you had to harbor a burning desire to meet.

Your stomach dropped. You hadn't made that wish. You loved your independence and your hard-won solitude. Which meant somewhere out there, your mysterious other half had just whispered a want into the night. Only you and he could see this specific crimson tether. To him, it was now a glowing breadcrumb trail leading straight to your door.

"No," you whispered, trying to snap the light. Your fingers passed right through it. The thread pulsed with a gentle, stubborn vibration, like a silent, "I'm looking for you."

In a world governed by destiny, did you even have a choice? Could you run faster than a cosmic tether?

He wanted to find you. But as you watched the red line spill across your floor, you resolved to do everything in your power to stay lost.