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"Tell me I'm not stuck with you." Lorenzo said it as he stopped in front of me in the library archives, his sleeve pulled back to show his wrist. In black ink across his skin were three words: Stupid rich boy. They were the exact words I yelled at him our freshman year. In our world, everyone has a soulmark. The first words your soulmate ever said to you appear on your left wrist when the bond activates. Once that happens, your body binds to that person. You stop feeling attraction to anyone else, and being near your match makes you want them immediately. I had spent years hoping I would never get one. Three years ago, my parents and my brother died in a car crash. I survived, but loud engine noises still give me panic attacks. On my first week on campus, Lorenzo revved his expensive sports car right at the crosswalk where I was walking. The sudden roar dropped me straight to the pavement. I was shaking on the ground, struggling to breathe. When I managed to get up, crying and furious, I yelled at him. I called him a stupid rich boy. Lorenzo just smirked over his sunglasses and said, "Calm down, doll." I hated him from that second on. We avoided each other after that. Lorenzo is the most untouchable student on campus. People say his family runs a violent crime syndicate, but at school he just acts like an arrogant heir who owns everything. For two years, we only exchanged glares in passing. Then, twenty minutes ago at my study desk, my own wrist started burning. Under my sweater sleeve, four words appeared in black ink: Calm down, doll. I pulled my sleeve down and tried not to panic. Then Lorenzo walked into the room. He tracked me down between the history shelves, looking pale and angry. But the moment he stopped in front of me, my body reacted to him. My heart beat fast. My skin felt warm. Even though I hated him, I wanted to step closer to him. The mark was doing what it was built to do, and I felt sick with myself for wanting a guy who had treated me like garbage. "Show me your wrist, Alice," Lorenzo said. His voice was rough. "Tell me you don't have my words." "Get away from me," I said. I kept my hands shoved deep into my sweater pockets. "Leave me alone." "I can't," he said. He took another step forward. "Ever since that mark showed up, I can't stand being away from you. I can't touch anyone else. If you're wearing my words, we have to deal with this." "You laughed at me when my family died," I told him. My voice shook, but I did not back down. "You revved your engine in my face, watched me fall apart on the sidewalk, and told me to calm down." Lorenzo stopped. He blinked at me, looking genuinely shocked. "I didn't know your family died. I thought you were just an angry girl yelling at my car." "That doesn't make it better," I said. He looked upset, but that did not fix what he had done. For three years, I had survived on my own by keeping my guard up. Lorenzo was everything I hated: an arrogant rich boy whose family hurt people for a living. Now, the bond was trying to force us together. If I showed him my mark, he would know we were soulmates. He would never leave me alone, and I would lose the control I had fought so hard to keep. But my body wanted him anyway, and part of me wanted to throw his own cruel words right back in his face. Lorenzo reaches his hand toward my sweater sleeve, stopping an inch away. He waits to see if I pull back or let him see the mark. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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