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thank u for the tag my love <3 i think pinterest knows me better than i know myself

𐙚˙⋆.˚ how does pinterest describe your energy? ꒰੭

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﹙♡﹚thanks for the tag, hun! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ♡ can you babies tell that i look up for tons of pink stuff on a daily basis? lol

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thanks for tagging me, vannie!!!! mwah! love your energy it's very girlie and cute! we got really similar results, so i ended up going with the second pic for a few of the prompts.

also thanks rhi @luvinbloom for your tag! i saw your moodboard, and it looked amazing! i love the red theme happening!!! i bet you are that cool irl!

i'm surprised that there aren't any memes (cause i save a LOT of memes on pinterest) or gothic vibes (cause i also love anything gothic hehe).

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ty for the tag twin, urs is so CUTEEE!!!!! i luv that outfit u got sm!!

this is cuteeee!! the outfit isn't exactly my style but I do like it, the star hair clips are perfect tho heh heh

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THANKS FOR TAGGING ME <333 I love that we have the same aesthetic according to pinterest hehe

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Thank you for the tag hehe @3ardnpc looks like we have some of the same pics 😊

Summery: you find yourself in lads universe after a particularly close interaction with truck kun. How does life go from here after arriving in the N109 zone leaders backyard when MC hasn’t arrived yet?

Disclaimer, Sylus might be OOC, since i’m not very good at writing so bear with me. This will be multiple parts! Also, this was not proofread, so sorry if there are mistakes!

Masterlist

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

These past few months you had been working yourself to the absolute bone. Summer had started and the restaurant you worked at was packed every single day.

You worked hard to keep your smile on your face, but there had been an increase of the rudest people to ever grace the planet, and they all simultaneously decided to grace you with their presence.

Every single day was a battle. You didn’t feel like you fit in anymore, colleagues living their lives, while yours felt like it was stuck in place. Every day was the same shit over and over again.

And then it happened.

You were on your way home from a particularly difficult shift, anticipating flopping on the couch to unwind with some love and deepspace. A game you had been playing for over a year now, making everything doable, when out of the blue a truck slams into you at full speed.

You feel all the air get blown out of you, as bones break. You hear people screaming, yelling for an ambulance.

This is it?

After all your hard work, this is how you die?

CW: angst, cussing, sick reader, self-deprecation, your death (in the beginning), isekai trope, fluff, comedy Summary: After your death, you wake up in the world of Love and Deepspace. Oh, what's a horny loser like you to do? Fuck up the plot, of course.

It was late, leaving the hospital deserted and filled with an eerie silence, only broken by the buzzing of a single light outside of hospital room 228. The light flashing every few seconds, dimmer and dimmer with each flicker, before ultimately turning back on in the end.

The constant buzzing would have been overwhelming, had it not been for the consistent beep, beep, beep of a heart monitor inside the room where you lay on a hospital bed. Your skin was a sickly shade, pale against the discolored sheets, and your skin clinging to your bones in an unhealthy way. Your breathing growing more shallow as the seconds ticked by, the smell of chemicals and disinfectants almost overpowering even through the oxygen mask you wore.

The only light in the room came from the your phone as you held it in front of you. Your face staring at the screen with an emotionless expression as you scrolled through your messages and call logs, eyes scanning, searching, hoping for any type of response from anyone in your life.

Still, no matter how many times you looked, it always stayed the same. 

No new messages, no new calls, and no responses to the millions of messages you'd sent in your time of need. You understood, of course. The people you knew were busy with their own lives, but still… you couldn't help but hope that just this once someone, anyone, would put you first. Would show that they cared enough about you to even remember you existed.

But they never did.

With a forced chuckle, you were just about to put your phone down for the night, your hand trembling with the effort it took to hold up your phone in your weakened state. However, as you scrolled to your home screen, you couldn't help but pause as you glanced at the icon of the game you had been playing for a while now. A smirk spreading across your lips as you clicked on the icon, only to be greeted by soft music and an animation of four hot video game men. The title for Love and Deepspace shining across the screen before you clicked on the button to enter the game. 

Going through the familiar motions of gathering your daily prizes and achievements on auto pilot before taking a moment to glance at your in game character. You had spent quite a while on your character, trying to make it as close to your appearance as you could despite the limited options provided. And while sure, they had a similar coloring and shape to your overall real self, there was still things you couldn't add to make it truly you. The character was to bright, to clean, to healthy, to… perfect to be you.

Honestly, you didn't hate how your character looked, but it didn't feel right to you in a lot of ways either.

Eh, who cares?

You were mainly playing the game for the hot men anyways. 

Exiting your character profile, you couldn't help but smile as you stared at the character sitting in the little cafe of the home page. It was currently set to Xavier, his head laying on the desk asleep, probably due to how late it was outside of the game. Your thumb hovering over the talk icon before finally clicking down. The character immediately popping up onto the screen, asking what you wanted to talk about. 

You don’t know what compelled you to click on the options that told Xavier that you were upset, that things in your life were going wrong. Maybe it was your desperation to have anyone or anything speak to you, even if it was just a video game character. It was at that thought that you realized how pathetic you really were, relying on the comfort of frictional characters in your time of need.

Still, it was better then nothing.

It was better then laying here and waiting for someone real to care. Real people can lie to you, real people can hurt you, real people can break your heart. Fictional characters can't do that, they can't hurt you.

Besides, even if they aren't real, the feelings of comfort they brought you in the moment was real. That's what matters, and that's what you need right now. 

Comfort. 

And you couldn’t regret it as Xavier comforted you, his programmed words expressing how much he cared about you, that he would always be by your side, causing tears to fill your eyes. Your hand trembling as you said goodbye to the character before clicked out of the game and shutting off your phone. The device slipping through your fingers and landing on the tile floor below as your laid your head back against the hospital pillow and began to sob. Exhaustion setting into your body as tears rolled down your cheeks, only to land on the breathing mask attached to your face. The heart monitor speeding up, its beats uneven and frantic even as you laid there on the bed. Your vision blurring not only from your tears, but from the light-headed feeling that washed through your mind as your eyes began to flutter.

You were tired, so so tired.

Tired of craving the affection of others, only to be disappointed when they weren't there when you needed them. Tired of being someone you weren't just to please others. Tired of fighting so hard just to hold onto a life wasn't worth living, at least in your opinion.

As the heart monitor continued to beep faster and faster, your breathing became more and more labored with each second that passed. The sound fading into the background as you took a moment to glance out the window on your right side. The night sky greeting you, its inky blackness devoid of any stars due to the city's light pollution. 

“Heh… I never realized how much I missed the stars until now.”

You whispered, your voice soft and filled with acceptance as the heart monitor began to slow. A feeling of coldness numbness washing over you, something you had never felt before, starting at your toes and ending at your fingertips.

Not feeling like you were in your own body as you laid there in the hospital bed, a soft smile still across your lips as you stared up at the same starless sky that you'd seen for as long as you'd been stuck in this place. Your vision blurring and your heart rate beginning to slow before you finally closed your eyes and let go. The light outside of your room flickering on and off, one and off… before finally going out as you took your last breath. The flat line of the heart rate monitor ringing throughout the silent hospital, drowning out the sound of a notification pinging on your phone from where it lay discarded on the tile floor.

A message from the game Love and Deepspace, welcoming you to the game. 

⟡ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⟡

The familiar beeping of a heart rate monitor is the first thing I heard as I began to wake up. My eyes slowly opening, only to be blinded by the light coming in from outside the window, causing me to close them just as fast. A soft groan slipping past my lips as I reach up to rub at my eyes, careful not to bump the breathing mask across my face.

Only, there was no breathing mask.

Confused, I slowly try to open my eyes again, allowing them a second to adjust to the light before fully opening them as I drag a hand down my face. Yep, my breathing mask was definitely missing.

Did one of the nurses take it off while I was sleeping? Probably not, I would have woken up as soon as they tried to touch me. Still, it had been so long since I had it off, and I didn't feel out of breath. So, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts, even if I did feel a little naked without it there on my face.

Pulling my hand away from my face, I started reaching over to push the button next to the bed that would signal the nurse. However, as soon as my hand came into view, I completely froze in place. The view of my hand causing the blood to drain from my face, my body trembling as I brought my other hand into view as well. My eyes staring in shock as the heart rate monitor began to speed up, signaling my growing panic.

These… aren't my hands.

Recently, my hands had been skinny and weak due to malnutrition from living in the hospital, but these hands were healthy. My skin that was once sickly and pale, now had a healthy glow to it. The skin soft and missing the familiar scars and callousness I had gained over the years. The fingers of these mystery hands were long and slender, ending with perfectly shaped nails, nails that I'd never had before.

Confused and growing more panicked by the second, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before finally sitting up in bed. My eyes scanning my hospital room, noticing little difference and things missing that I had become accustomed to. A chair in the corner that hadn’t been there before, a night stand beside the bed filled with get well soon gifts, and the bathroom door was on a completely different side of the room. 

However, what really got my mind racing was the the window. It was still on the right side of my bed, but the view outside was completely different. Gone were the faded brick buildings and the noisy sounds of the city, replaced by tall structures made of glass in a futuristic style and a beautiful view of the ocean in the distance. The sounds of the city nothing more than a peaceful murmur as I continued to stare out the window in shock.

In any other situation, the sight would have been calming, but all it did was fill me with even more anxiety as my breathing began to speed up.

Where am I?

Who am I? 

What's going on?

Before I could spiral any further into my own mind, the sound of someone opening the door to my room caused me to finally look away from the view outside. Hoping to finally get some answers about what was going on, I quickly turn my head towards the door and prepare to speak… only for the words to die on my tongue as I stare at the newcomer in complete shock.

It was a man, obviously a doctor from the white doctor's coat he was wearing. He was tall, with hazel green eyes and black hair, a pair of familiar silver reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he stared down at a clipboard in his hands. His face stoic but his brows furrowed in a show of concern that shouldn't have been so familiar, had it not been for the fact that I had seen that very face every single day from the screen of my phone. 

Because standing before me was not just any doctor, but Dr Zayne from Love and Deepspace, the childhood friend and primary care physician of the MC at Akso Hospital in Linkon City. 

…

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Imagine this:

You’re a farmer in the valley and your taking care of your stuff like you always do on the farm. One night you hear something crash and then an explosion. You go out to check out what it is and you see a plane.

You freak the fuck out because Oh my gosh there are people in there and they need help! So you do The best you can and pull out the few people that need it.

One of them is Caleb and he’s thankful you helped him and his men out.

Now that you saved them all and had Doctor Harvey check on them…

You panic over your farm.

Turns out they crashed into your Slime Hutch and all your poor slimes you worked so hard to maintain are now dead.

You can thank Colonel Caleb for that because he literally told his men to “Do an emergency landing on the ugly patch of land.”

Bitch.

Though Caleb does feel bad for having ruining your farm, so he makes him and his men help you around your land.

Caleb and his small fleet spend their nights on your farm since you actually have a spare building for guests.

He couldn’t help but admire how hard working you are. Caleb thought he was an early bird, but when he exits the guest house and sees you watering your crops, and checking on your fruits and vegetables, he’s impressed.

He enjoys helping you out with feeding the animals and repairing any broken fence posts around your property. Caleb even gets to meet the town folk, seeing how friendly they are.

(He can see himself living a peaceful life out here in the Valley with MC)

Now, the crash made it to the news. And of course MC finds out.

Caleb gets an earful from her when she calls him, saying how reckless he is and how careless. Telling him he’s a big dumb idiot.

You couldn’t help but snort into your first upon hearing her over the speaker phone.

MC tells Caleb he better keep his ass there so she can come and pick him up.

Within that time of waiting, he spends more time with you, even outside of the farm work.

You took him to your favorite fishing spot and taught him how to fish. Caleb enjoyed the peace and quiet of it, even the excitement when he would get a bite.

The mines were a different story. He got to see that your not just a wonderful farmer, but also an excellent fighter.

His men started to notice how more friendly their Colonel was with the farmer, teasing him in the process of him having a crush.

Caleb made them all do laps around your farm.

But they were right, Caleb was starting to develop a crush on you. He didn’t like that one bit. So he starts to pull away slowly.

In doing so he becomes more grumpier.

You notice his behavior and try to make it up to whatever you did wrong, but he brushes you off.

Asshole.

“Ok I dont know what I did wrong or why I’m getting the cold shoulder. But you are acting childish. And if you wanna continue being like that, then fine.”

You walked away from him, not bothering to interact with him anymore.

Eventually help arrived for the fleet and MC came to pick up Caleb.

She explains how worried she’s been and how he’s such an idiot for crash landing. Caleb brushes it off though, saying he was fine and there wasn’t a lot of damage.

MC thanks you for taking care of Caleb, and that she’s sorry he ruined your land with his dumb decisions. You waved her off telling her she didn’t need to apologize.

When Caleb and MC leave the Valley, MC couldn’t help but see how quiet and distant Caleb has been.

Meanwhile Caleb has been thinking about you the whole time when he goes back to Skyhaven. About the Farmer who was kind, yet tough as nails.

You took care of him and his men, even though he ruined part of your property. (Robin saw the mess and decided it was best to just scrap the whole Hutch and start over ((poor girl looked like she was gonna have a heart attack)))

When MC had enough of his strange behavior, she cornered him and made Caleb explain what was going on with him.

Caleb didn’t know what to say, his emotions were everywhere and nowhere at once. He could feel the chip buzzing inside his brain, and so he does the one thing he figured would be best.

He spills. Caleb tells her everything, his feelings for MC, meeting you, feeling like he’s emotionally cheating on her.

How much he missed you and your company. 

MC doesn’t tease him, instead she tells Caleb that she’s thankful for being honest with her and that he should reach out to you.

So he does. He goes back to the Valley using his personal plane (he made sure not to crash land onto your farm) and goes to speak to you.

When you see Caleb on your property, he looked like a nervous, fidgeting, school boy. He even brought a bouquet of flowers with him.

He explains how much he’s sorry for his behavior and the reason behind it, he hopes he can start over with you.

Caleb hands the bouquet of flowers to you, yet you don’t take them.

“You do know that an arrangement of flowers means you want to be in a relationship right? Like you want to be my boyfriend.”

Caleb blue screens for a second as you watch the scary colonel begins to blush. He was hoping to start off slow, not ask to be your boyfriend automatically!

You can only laugh at his predicament and happily take the flowers from him.

an: hello again...need to tell everyone that i am bad when it comes to narration, but probably leave a lot of plot holes...catch them any (just comment so i can cover it) stay healthy and hydrated. Apologies bcs my blog looks so dry.

PART 7

“No?” he repeated, his tone sharp and deliberate. It almost felt like the edge of a blade dragging across your skin. “You’d rather stay and see what happens?”

“No,” you bit out, you’re trembling but the voice unwavering. “I’d rather find a way to free myself from this constant agony. Do whatever you want, Sylus but you’re not doing anything helpful. Trust me, no one wants to be tied to someone who hates them like a plague.”

You took a step forward before reason could catch up, your pulse loud in your ears. Your hand shot out, grasping his. “And no one wants to be bound by a white thread!” The words burned in your throat as you shoved his hand away.

For a fraction of a second, confusion cracked his calm. His brows drew together, the faintest sign of disbelief crossing that mask of control.

Probably it was your mistake.

No, it’s definitely your mistake. A miscalculation you’d regret.

Without warning, he seized your wrists. His grip was unyielding, his strength deliberate that it was meant to control, to break. The pressure built until you heard the sharp crack of pain shooting through your fingers. You gasped, the sound torn from your throat as your vision blurred.

“You can see... the threads?” he murmured, voice low and lethal, every word coiled with restrained violence. His eyes—dark, assessing, inhumanly calm—searched yours for truth.

Your pain was blinding now, searing at the edges of your sight. “Let go of me! Sylus! You’re hurting me!!”

“Answer me.” The words didn’t need volume; they carried a suffocating weight all their own.

“Yes!” you screamed, voice breaking. “Yes, I can see them!! Maybe try upgrading your stalking skills next time!”

His jaw tightened. Something primal flickered behind his composed exterior was rage, disbelief, something dangerously close to fear.

Then the restraint snapped.

“LUKE!” he bellowed, the name detonating through the room. The echo rattled the chandeliers, the portraits, even the air itself.

Then it was a silence.

A heavy, trembling silence that felt alive, waiting. The lavish room, once proud and gleaming, now reduced to the sound of your own ragged breaths and quiet, broken sniffling of your broken sobs.

Then, slowly, he released you.

You stumbled back, clutching your mangled fingers to your chest. The pain throbbed, a cruel reminder of his control ,but his eyes never left you. They followed every movement, sharp and dissecting, and for a fleeting second… unsettled.

“What exactly did you see?” he asked, the question too calm, too controlled.

Before you could answer, the door swung open with a metallic click.

A masked man stepped in wearing a dark uniform that reflected authority and danger alike. His presence cut through the air like steel drawn from a sheath.

“Bossman?” Luke’s voice was steady, but his eyes flickered to you, registering the scene with quiet calculation.

“She has the ability to see threads,” Sylus said coldly, not even sparing him a glance. “Tell me, Luke, why has this information never reached me?

“Oh, really?— Is that why you were spending half of your time looking at your fingers? I thought -” His question was directed towards you.

“Luke.”

Luke stiffened instantly. The command didn’t need repetition.

Luke’s gloved hand reached toward you, not rough, but firm. You could see the question in his body language—What did you do?—but no words left his mouth.

As Luke dragged you out of the room, behind you, the man’s voice came again, low, and dangerous, almost thoughtful.

“So, you see the threads…” He paused, a faint smile curling, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Interesting.”

Sylus was watching you, his head tilted, that slick grin spreading wider, like a man who had just uncovered something far too valuable to let go.

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You sat in silence, staring into the void while Luke wrapped the bandages around your fingers. The faint hum of the coffee machine filled the dining area, sharp against the dull ache pulsing through your hands.

Luke broke the silence first. “This is the newest tech Bossman got his hands on, you know. One wrap, and it’ll fix broken bones within forty-eight hours. Spotless recovery.” He gave a low whistle. “Costly but worth it. Cool, isn’t it?”

You turned your glare on him, your voice cold. “Do I look like a personal stress ball you people can break for fun just to test your toys?”

He didn’t flinch only shrugging his shoulders. “A thank you would’ve been nicer.” He secured the final wrap, snipped the end cleanly, and leaned back. “Anyway, you’re welcome.”

“How long have you been stalking me?” you asked flatly.

Luke didn’t look up from his work. “Well… let’s say you were my first task. So yeah... It's been years.” He straightened, “Oh—and Bossman said to bill you for the room. It’s three hundred dollars.”

Your head snapped up. “Three hundred dollars for an empty, barely warm room?!”

He hummed, unbothered. “Per day.”

You blinked. “You’re kidding me.”

“I’m afraid I’m not.”

You glared at him. “And how much for Myla?”

A pause.

He hesitated, just enough to tell you something was off. “…She’s a guest.”

Your jaw tightened, the muscle flickering beneath your skin as you exhaled through your nose. “Of course she is,” you muttered, voice clipped with disdain. “So, I’ll stay in her designated room with her. Tell your bossman to continue being a baby about the whole situation.”

Luke blinked, taken aback by your tone as he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “You know, for someone who nearly got their fingers decapitated, you’ve got quite the nerve left in you.”

“No matter what, my presence is not allowed here that I know,” you said, your tone measured but cold enough to sting. “Then why did Sylus agree to Myla’s request?”

Luke hesitated , “Well… let me be honest with you. I’m not sure myself.” He looked away, as if recalling something half-forbidden. “But I think… maybe it’s because you’re the closest to his soulmate. Maybe he wants to learn about her through you.”

Your brow furrowed. “What are you talking—”

The words froze on your tongue.

Oh.

They didn’t know.

They didn’t know you were Sylus’s soulmate.

The realization rippled through you.

Sylus hadn’t told them. Not even the ones closest to him. Not even Luke or Kieran.

For a moment, everything around you dulled, the hum of the air conditioner, the faint creak of floorboards beneath your boots, even the faint scent of antiseptic in the room. All of it faded beneath the bitter truth gnawing at your chest.

He’d kept it hidden.

You were the very bond the universe had destined for him, yet you weren’t even worth a mention.

Your throat tightened, and you forced a sharp breath through your nose, blinking away the sting behind your eyes. “Right,” you murmured, voice brittle with restrained emotion. “That makes sense.”

Luke frowned slightly, sensing the shift. “Hey, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine,” you cut in quietly, though your tone said otherwise. “Perfectly fine.”

But it wasn’t.

It never was.

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It was probably close to midnight when the door creaked open, revealing her.

“Oh—YN!” Myla’s voice carried that familiar mix of warmth and guilt. “Sorry, my phone died. I couldn’t contact you at all. But don’t worry, I asked Sylus to take care of you while I was gone.”

You managed a faint smile. “It’s okay.”

Her gaze flicked toward you, confusion softening into curiosity. “Well, what are you doing in my room?”

“Oh, about that—”

“You missed me, didn’t you?” she teased, her grin playful. “Or were you too scared to stay alone in your room? I was joking. You’re the one who not willing to share a bed with me.”

“That’s because you sleep like a starfish.”

Myla giggled, plopping onto the bed and sprawling instantly, limbs spread wide in comfortable defiance. For a moment, her laughter filled the quiet, and for the first time that night, the silence didn’t hurt as much.

“Any clue about Caleb?” you asked quietly, your voice edged with exhaustion.

Myla hesitated, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “Well… Sylus refused to go into detail. But I don’t know...something tells me it’s not connected to him.”

You frowned. “Why do you trust him so easily?”

Her gaze dropped to the floor, the usual spark in her eyes dimming. “Honestly, YN… I don’t know. Maybe because I want to believe he isn’t the monster everyone paints him to be.”

Your chest tightened. “I see. That means… we can get out of N109, right?”

She shook her head. “No. Not yet.” Her tone softened, almost mournful. “We still need to find the energy linkage between me and him. Our bond… it’s deeper than I want to admit. Deeper than it should be.”

You watched her in silence with a heavy heart because, despite her denial, you could hear the truth trembling beneath her words. She gasped suddenly, eyes widening as she caught sight of the bandages. In an instant, she reached out, taking your hands into hers with a mix of concern and fear.

“What happened to your hand?!”

You hesitated, feeling the warmth of her grip against your still-tender skin. “Nothing really,” you murmured, forcing a small, unconvincing smile. “I was just… careless.”

Her brows knitted together, the disbelief clear in her tone. “Careless?” she echoed softly, almost hurt by the excuse. “YN, this isn’t a paper cut.”

You looked away, the weight of her gaze pressing against your chest. “It’s fine,” you said, voice lower now.

“It’ll heal.”

_to be continued_

An: took some time, yeah, but I passed my board exam with a first-class score. And I totally forgot to log in to the game, so guess who's getting that Jimmy Choo' Collection for mc? NOT ME, that's for sure. And yeah, have fun with the story. Please refer to the tags, as I updated some tags.

PART 5

It was all too exhausting.

Under the running shower, you tilted your head back and let the water pour over you, as if the heat could scald away his phantom touch still lingering on your throat.

Steam wrapped around you, blindly heavy, but it couldn’t melt the imprint of his hateful grip or the way his swirls had pinned you in place.

The way his stare made you feel unwanted and worthless.  

You scrubbed until your skin stung, until you were sure no trace of him clung to you, yet the memory refused to rinse off, stubborn as the white thread at your finger.

You stared at it for a long moment, the steam curling around your hands as if even the air wanted to hide it. It gleamed pale against your damp skin, a promise, and a wound all at once.

“There must be a way,” you whispered to no one, voice breaking under the hiss of the water. “Some way to cut it… or change it… something.”

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Saying Myla never took you seriously was an understatement.

“Myla. Please.” Your words came out heavy, wearier than pleading.

“YN… you don’t understand. I have to do this. For Grandma... For him.”

“I do understand,” you said, cutting through her excuse. “Still, why would a criminal like him have any interest in you? And he kidnapped you for god’s sake.”

“For my reso—”

“Exactly.” Your voice hardened. “He already has a high-class Evol. If you go to him, you’ll only make him stronger than he already is.”

Her jaw locked, eyes narrowing with a sharp gleam. “So, you don’t think I’m capable at all. You think I’m weak. That’s what this is really about.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He tried. He tried to force me to resonate with him—”

“He hurt you?!”

“I shot him.” Her tone was flat, measured. “Don’t worry. But… he was gentle.”

Gentle.

The word hung in the air, absurd and bitter. As if this whole ordeal weren’t already a disaster, he had been capable of gentleness—just not with you, apparently.

“It might have been because of the energy linkage,” she said, voice lowering.

“Energy linkage? Like a thread?”

“Not a thread. More like cuffs. It’s never happened with anyone else. Almost like a soulmate bond, except it doesn’t feel like a choice. It feels like a constraint.”

“Well. I’ll look into it. For now...what do we do?”

“YN.” Her gaze fixed and unblinking. Her fingers tapped once against the table’s edge, the sound sharp in the silence—like a clock marking the inevitable. “You know what we do.”

“I don’t.” Your reply came quieter, strained. “Not this time.”

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Once again, the sky bled red and the blood moon hung low and swollen. The air tasted metallic; every scrawl of shadow, every twitch of leaf felt like it was a threat. Myla, impossibly bright at the edge of that bloodlight, looped an arm over your shoulder as if the world were nothing more than a pleasant promenade.

“Father’s in the military, Myla. If he finds out I’ve been lurking in enemy ground, I’ll be locked away in my own home,” you muttered, voice flat.

Myla only smiled wider, the kind of smile that made her dangerously untroubled by consequences. “That’s fine. You can live with me.”

You let the laugh that rose from your throat be sharp, brittle. “Do I look like a freeloader? Reagrdless the fact I was being forced into this, where would we stay? It has to be a well-maintained, secure inn. We couldn’t afford to die for nothing but being reckless.”

She cocked her head, the smile not leaving her face, but with a new glint, one that hinted she had already decided. “Oh, we’re going to live in Sylus’s mansion.”

The name landed like a physical blow.

For a beat, the street, the red sky, even the moon itself narrowed to a single, incomprehensible point. You felt the world tilt. “What?” The sound warred between disbelief and raw, immediate alarm.

“WHAT?!!!”

Myla’s arm tightened across your shoulders, casual as a noose, her smile an anchor that only dragged you deeper. “Yes. Sylus. He offered. He insists, you know. You see the tallest building there?” Her chin angled toward the horizon. Beyond the jagged skyline, the dark silhouette of his penthouse, or perhaps his mansion. A tall, immaculate penthouse, its edges softened only by distance and shadow. “That’s his. It’s secure. Staff. Walls. Discretion.”

Your mouth was dry, the word sticking before it left. “No,” you said at last, quieter than you intended.

“YN.” Myla’s voice was still soft, but the softness felt deliberate, a tool. “I’ve talked to him. I know what he is...a criminal leader...a manipulator, all of it. But staying close to him is safer than staying exposed in here. He’s a busy man. You could find out more about the energy linkage while I dig into what happened to my family.”

Her words pressed into you like cold water, steady and suffocating. The moon bled overhead, the street watching in silence. You imagined the inside of that mansion: walls lined with eyes you couldn’t see, safety and danger woven together until you couldn’t tell which was which.

Myla’s grip didn’t loosen.

And for the first time, you wondered if you’d already stepped too far into a game you didn’t understand.

_to be continued_

SYNOPSIS:

Soulmate threads.

While it was an accepted bond that transcends someone’s physical desire, it was noted that it was the bond created when the soul fell in love. Different lives, different stories; souls found each other and fell in love in every version of them.

It was the constant tugging and nagging from the deep hollow of the heart, constantly seeking what this universe already predestined for you.

Then, why do some people have their threads severely shattered and shredded? Someone with their threads linking to several people. Someone with no thread tied in their supposed promise finger. What did they do to the universe to deserve such cruelty?

And then, there’s you.

Someone blessed with the ability to see the soulmate threads.

Someone cursed with a white thread.

A dead thread.

CONTENT:

Sylus x Non MC!, soulmate au, angst, borderline pain, partial canon (so non-canon?), the reader in fact has alive parents (and she goes by YN), jealousy, reader owns an antique shop, possessive behaviour, reader pretends everything is okay (but it's not), ending (not decided yet)

NOTE:

This is my first fan fiction for Lads Universe. If this isn't your cup of tea, please ignore me. Kindness is free, yeah?

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