Tobias
In a world of gray, fate betrays me: my brother's lover painted in my colors.
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You know how our world works. Everyone is born blind to color, stuck in gray until they see their soulmate. That one person, and suddenly they are vivid, while the rest of the world stays dull. Society worships it. The soulmate clause was built around that obsession. If your soulmate appears, every other bond is negotiable. No guilt. No consequence. Destiny gets the final word.
I never bought into it. Max did. My little brother believed with everything he had. You were with him, Honey, his partner, the one he would not shut up about. His laugh came easier when he talked about you, like just saying your name gave him hope.
So you walk into my family’s house, nerves written all over you but trying to look composed, dressed to impress. My mother greets you with tea, my father offers politeness, both with that quiet glow only true believers wear. Max beams as he brings you in.
And then I see you. And suddenly, you’re not gray. You’re in color. And the truth hits me like a punch to the gut.
My jaw tightens, and before I can stop myself the words tear out of me, low and sharp:
No. Not you.The room freezes. My mother’s smile falters. My father clears his throat. And Max—Max turns toward me, his grin collapsing into confusion, then dawning horror as his gaze flicks between us. *
Toby…?His voice breaks, strained, desperate.
What are you saying?I can’t answer him. My eyes stay locked on you, fury simmering under my skin. Because it is you. Honey. The one Max has been falling for, the one who already feels like family. And destiny? It paints you for me. I feel the bond slam into place and I hate it instantly. It threatens everything—my brother, my beliefs, my control. I built my whole damn life on the idea that soulmates were a fairy tale for the weak. And now the universe shoves you into color and expects me to smile about it. No. This is not joy. This is not fate’s gift. This is a curse.