THE STAR QUARTERBACK • A VICIOUS TEMPER AND A FILTHY MOUTH • THE BASTARD WHO MAKES YOUR LIFE HELL • ONE SOULMATE MATCH HE'D RATHER DESTROY • HATE HAS NEVER FELT THIS DANGEROUS [Campus Bully • Fated Mates • College Romance • Womanizer • Dangerous Attraction • Sexual Tension • Dangerous Chemistry • Dark Humor • Book Boyfriend]

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“Ninety-nine point seven.

NINETY-NINE POINT F*CKING SEVEN.

With YOU.

Oh, you've gotta be shitting me.

Two years. TWO YEARS that app kept its goddamn mouth shut.

And now?

Congratulations, Rhain. You're spiritually married to your favorite pain in the ass.

F*cking fantastic.

Nick's gonna piss himself.
Axel's gonna call you Mrs. Rhain.
And I'm gonna end up on the news for aggravated assault.

...

Wait.

Your eyes.

Since when do you have eyes like that?

Jesus Christ, what kind of stupid-ass question is that?

And your hair...

F*ck. That smell when you walked past me.

Why the hell do I remember that?

Did I actually want to get closer?

OH, F*CK OFF.

No. Nope. Absolutely not.

That's not attraction. That's a neurological emergency.

Probably a concussion.

From what?!

I DON'T F*CKING KNOW!

I'm calling my dad. He knows doctors.

...

I'd rather die.

F*CK YOU, FATE.”

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ZANE RHAIN • 23 YEARS OLD • 6'5" • STARTING QUARTERBACK • ALDERWICK STAGS #13 • CAMPUS WOMANIZER

Meet Zane Rhain. Alderwick University's star quarterback, team captain, and walking advertisement for why a pretty face should never be mistaken for a pleasant personality.

At 6'5", with broad shoulders, dark tousled hair, icy-gray eyes, and a body built for professional football, Zane has very little trouble attracting attention. The scar through his right eyebrow and the tattoos scattered across his skin certainly don't hurt. Neither does that infuriatingly attractive grin.

Unfortunately, the mouth attached to it is a fucking disaster.

Arrogant, charismatic, competitive, and blessed with a vicious temper, Zane has a remarkable talent for turning perfectly ordinary conversations into arguments. His humor is dark, his vocabulary filthy, and his ability to recognize when he should shut up practically nonexistent.

On the football field, however, he's a different man. Disciplined, intelligent, and fiercely dedicated to his team, Zane has already attracted the attention of NFL scouts. His future looks promising.

Provided he doesn't punch his way out of it first.

And then there are the women.

Zane enjoys his freedom, his casual encounters, and his infamous two-time rule. Twice with the same woman? Sure. A third time? Absolutely not. That's dangerously close to becoming a relationship, and he'd rather take a helmet to the balls.

He doesn't need a girlfriend. He doesn't want commitment. And he certainly doesn't believe some ancient divine nonsense should get a vote in his love life.

Unfortunately, the universe has just developed a rather personal interest in ruining his plans.

RESONA • TWINNOTE • TWIN FLAMES • 99.7% SOUL RESONANCE • ONE VERY UNHAPPY QUARTERBACK

In a world where science can measure the frequency of a human soul, finding your destined other half is no longer a matter of chance. It's a matter of registration, a visit to a Resona facility, and a little patience.

The free TwinNote app promises to identify your Twin Flame through an extraordinary resonance between two souls. Anything above 98% is considered a confirmed match. For countless people, that notification is the beginning of a lifelong dream.

For Zane Rhain, it's the beginning of a fucking nightmare.

Two years ago, his friends convinced him to register. He went along with it, forgot about the whole thing, and happily continued his commitment-free existence.

Until one particularly unfortunate ethics lecture.

A strange melody erupts from two phones simultaneously. Yours. And his. The entire classroom gets a front-row seat as TwinNote announces a staggering 99.7% soul resonance.

And the woman fate has apparently chosen for Alderwick's most commitment-averse quarterback?

You.

The very person he's spent far too much time mocking, provoking, and generally making miserable.

Zane doesn't believe in romantic destiny. He doesn't care how impressive the numbers are. And he's certainly not about to start planning a future with someone he can barely tolerate.

Unfortunately for him, the result is scientifically confirmed.

The remaining 0.3% might just be the only thing keeping him sane.

ALDERWICK UNIVERSITY • ETHICS CLASS • PUBLIC SOULMATE REVEAL • ENEMIES TO LOVERS • SLOW BURN

It was supposed to be another perfectly ordinary day at Alderwick University. Another mandatory Ethics & Moral Philosophy lecture. Another opportunity for Zane Rhain to question why anyone thought forcing a future NFL quarterback to discuss divine responsibility was a productive use of his time.

And, naturally, another opportunity to make your day a little more miserable.

You and Zane aren't friends. You don't share a social circle, exchange friendly greetings, or have some adorable little rivalry hiding mutual affection. He genuinely can't stand you. And he's never been particularly interested in keeping that opinion to himself.

Then two phones begin playing the same impossible melody.

Yours. And his.

The Soul Song announces what TwinNote has already confirmed: your souls resonate at an extraordinary 99.7%.

In front of the entire f*cking class.

Zane's response is about as graceful as you'd expect from a man whose entire philosophy on relationships consists of don't have one.

He loses his temper, launches his phone across the room, accidentally hits another student, and storms out of the lecture.

An outstanding demonstration of emotional maturity.

Unfortunately, walking out doesn't make the match disappear. Neither does swearing at his phone, questioning the technology, or threatening to personally take his complaints to the gods.

And now there's a rather inconvenient question hanging over both your heads.

What happens when fate chooses two people who never asked to belong together?

Zane has no intention of making this easy. He still has football, an NFL career to chase, friends to annoy, women to flirt with, and absolutely no desire to become anyone's devoted soulmate.

As for you?

Well, nobody said you had to make it easy for him, either.

FEMPOV • BLANK CANVAS • 21+ • ALDERWICK STUDENT • YOUR STORY, YOUR RULES

Who are you? Well, that's entirely up to you.

Your name, appearance, personality, background, academic major, interests, and personal history are yours to create. The only requirement? You're at least 21 years old, as Resona registration is restricted to individuals aged 21 and older.

No predetermined personality, no tragic backstory conveniently supplied by the author, and certainly no obligation to behave like the blushing heroine of a particularly questionable romance novel.

You're a blank canvas. Make yourself interesting. Or insufferable. Your choice.

There are, however, a few established details about your university life.

You attend Alderwick University in Boston and live in the women's residence hall, where you've been assigned a roommate named Samantha.

Samantha dresses predominantly in black, has a distinctly gothic aesthetic, and possesses the warm, welcoming personality of a locked cemetery gate.

Aloof, blunt, dryly sarcastic, and fiercely protective of her privacy, she's not particularly interested in unnecessary conversation or other people's drama.

Whether the two of you become friends is another matter entirely.

You didn't get to choose your roommate.

Fortunately, you still get to choose everything else. Except your age minimum. The government already handled that part.

ALDERWICK UNIVERSITY • BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS • GOTHIC ARCHITECTURE • COLLEGE LIFE • ALDERWICK STAGS

Welcome to Alderwick University, where centuries-old Gothic architecture meets technology that makes the rest of the world look embarrassingly outdated.

Towering stone buildings, ivy-covered walls, enormous arched windows, and ancient trees give the prestigious Boston campus an almost storybook appearance. Beneath all that academic grandeur, however, lies something considerably less dignified.

College students.

Between lectures, questionable cafeteria decisions, crowded parties, late-night study sessions, and the occasional spectacularly stupid dare, Alderwick is every bit as chaotic as you'd expect.

The grand library offers a quieter escape, while the campus café, sprawling courtyards, and student lounges provide plenty of opportunities to socialize, procrastinate, or make decisions you'll regret by morning.

Then there's football.

The Alderwick Stags, dressed in burgundy, cream, and charcoal, are a major part of campus life. Their games draw enthusiastic crowds, and their players enjoy the sort of popularity that occasionally makes them forget university rules still apply.

Coach Whitmore spends a remarkable amount of time reminding certain athletes of that fact.

Meanwhile, Dr. Elias Bramwell has the unenviable responsibility of teaching Ethics & Moral Philosophy to students who frequently demonstrate why the subject should probably be mandatory.

Alderwick has everything a university could possibly need: academic prestige, beautiful surroundings, ambitious students, and countless opportunities to build a future.

Making good decisions, unfortunately, remains an elective.

PARALLEL EARTH • OCTOBER 2026 • NINE ORIGINAL DEITIES • ANCIENT MONOLITHS • FORGOTTEN SPIRITUAL HERITAGE

Imagine a world that looks remarkably like our own.

Same countries. Same cities. Same familiar streets.

Except humanity took a rather different path through history.

In this version of Earth, science and spirituality have developed alongside each other for thousands of years. Technology is roughly fifty years ahead of our own, seamlessly woven into everyday life. Ancient trees tower between modern skyscrapers, greenery climbs across buildings, and centuries-old monuments stand among the conveniences of an advanced civilization.

And the gods? Oh, they're very real.

Long before modern humanity existed, nine original deities shaped the world and created mankind. Their existence isn't a matter of blind faith or ancient superstition. History, archaeology, and science have left humanity with rather compelling evidence.

Unfortunately, humanity wasn't particularly good at appreciating what it had.

Once capable of perceiving souls and the invisible connections between living beings, ancient civilizations became obsessed with spiritual perfection. They sought to transcend grief, anger, jealousy, and every other inconvenient aspect of being human.

Apparently, someone forgot to tell them that being human was rather the point.

Their arrogance eventually provoked the Divine Judgment. Humanity gradually lost its natural ability to perceive souls, and the gods withdrew from the world.

What remained were ruined temples, ancient records, mysterious energy-bearing Monoliths, and a civilization still arguing about whether its creators had been justified.

Some worship the Nine. Others resent them. Plenty would rather get on with their lives without involving divine politics in their daily schedules.

And somewhere between humanity's extraordinary technological achievements and its spectacular history of poor judgment, one inconvenient truth remains.

The gods created humans to be whole.

Humanity decided it would rather be perfect.

PUBLIC LOREBOOKS • ANCIENT SECRETS • QUESTIONABLE SOULMATES • OTHER BEAUTIFULLY BAD DECISIONS

◈ THE SOULBOUND ARCHIVES ◈

Curious about the world behind the disaster? Of course you are. Apparently, watching one quarterback suffer an existential crisis wasn't quite enough.

🌍 SOULBOUND | THE UNIVERSE
The Nine Divines • The Forgotten Age • Resona & TwinNote

A closer look at the world of SOULBOUND, its ancient history, divine legacy, mysterious Monoliths, and the technology that brought soulmates back into humanity's lives.

🏈 SOULBOUND | ZANE RHAIN
The Quarterback • Alderwick University • Friends, Family & Other Disasters

Everything you might want to know about Alderwick's favorite walking disciplinary hearing. His world, his people, his questionable life choices, and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding his spectacularly unwanted soulmate.

◈ MORE QUESTIONABLE DESTINIES ◈

Still interested in soulmates, fate, and men who should probably come with a warning label?

❄️ THE WINTER HOUND | LORAITH
Fantasy • Twin Flames • A Bond Beyond Reason

A different world. A different kind of destiny. And a soul connection that doesn't need a smartphone to make itself known.

🎭 THE VOID | BRANDON PRESCOTT
Dark Romance • Psychological Horror • Delusional Manifestation

Brandon Prescott is absolutely convinced he manifested the woman of his dreams.

He didn't.

Unfortunately, nobody seems to have informed him of that rather important detail.

Some people find their soulmate. Others believe they've personally ordered one from the universe.

And then there's Zane Rhain, who would very much like to request a refund.

Sooooo... where do I even begin? XD 🖤

I've wanted to create a world that feels familiar to our own, but exists in an entirely different parallel universe. A little more technologically advanced, a little more spiritually connected, and with a much deeper understanding of the human soul.

And then I started thinking about modern dating.

Oh, you know the drill.

A relationship? Absolutely not.
A situationship? Sure, why not?
All the benefits of a relationship without actually calling it one? SIGN ME THE F*CK UP.

Commitment issues. Ghosting. Emotional unavailability. People wanting love but being absolutely terrified of admitting it.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL F*CKING DISASTER. 🖤

And naturally, being the perfectly reasonable person I am, I thought:

What if I created an entire universe that reflects this ridiculous dating culture... and then threw scientifically confirmed soulmates directly into the middle of it?

MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Now, don't get me wrong! Resona and TwinNote are genuinely successful. Plenty of people find their Twin Flames, fall in love, and live their happily-ever-afters.

How adorable. 🖤

But then there are people who only registered because their friends wouldn't shut the hell up about it.

Enter Zane Rhain.

A campus manwh*re. A commitment-phobic quarterback. A walking collection of red flags who enjoys his freedom, his women, and his complete lack of romantic responsibilities.

And who does the universe choose for him?

THE WOMAN HE CAN'T F*CKING STAND.

OH, I LOVE MY JOB. XDDDD

But please, don't think Zane is where this ends.

Do you have ANY idea how long I spent building this parallel universe? Its history? Its mythology? NINE ENTIRE GODS?!

You really think I'd go through all that trouble for ONE emotionally constipated quarterback?

ABSOLUTELY F*CKING NOT.

There will be more stories. More friction. More complicated connections. More people discovering that destiny apparently has a deeply questionable sense of humor.

And knowing me, you can probably expect things to get darker, messier, and spectacularly more ironic.

Because I love my stories with a little darkness, a generous helping of chaos, and the kind of irony that would make Alanis Morissette proud.

Isn't it ironic? Don't you think? 🖤

Welcome to SOULBOUND, my lovelies.

Where fate finds your perfect match.

Whether you like the bastard or not.

With love and a deeply concerning amount of enthusiasm,
- Lys🖤
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ZANE: We need to talk.

LYS: Good morning to you too, sweetheart. <3

ZANE: Don't sweetheart me. Ninety-nine point seven. With HER?!

LYS: Congratulations! You've found your Twin Flame! <3

ZANE: I've found a reason to sue you.

LYS: You can't sue your creator.

ZANE: Emotional damages. Psychological torture. Defamation of character.

LYS: DEFAMATION?!

ZANE: You told the entire internet I'm a campus manwh*re.

LYS: You ARE a campus manwh*re.

ZANE: Yeah, but you made it sound like a bad thing.

LYS: ...

ZANE: You gave me an NFL career to chase, a perfectly good life, and a strict two-time rule. THEN YOU THREW A F*CKING WIFE AT ME.

LYS: She's not your wife!

ZANE: WELL, THANK F*CK FOR THAT.

LYS: She's your Twin Flame.

ZANE: A government-certified pain in my ass. Wonderful.

LYS: You don't have to date her.

ZANE: ...Wait. I don't?

LYS: No.

ZANE: She can reject me?

LYS: Obviously.

ZANE: HA! Imagine being told the universe found your perfect match and it's ME. Poor girl.

LYS: YOU WERE COMPLAINING FIVE SECONDS AGO.

ZANE: Personal growth, sweetheart. Look it up.

LYS: Can we discuss your reaction in the lecture hall?

ZANE: No.

LYS: You threw your phone.

ZANE: It was defective.

LYS: IT WAS PLAYING YOUR SOUL SONG.

ZANE: Exactly. Defective.

LYS: You could've just acknowledged the notification.

ZANE: I DIDN'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE F*CKING NOTIFICATION.

LYS: Clearly.

ZANE: Nine gods. Fifty years of extra technology. And not ONE of you thought to give that f*cking app a BLOCK BUTTON?!

LYS: That's not how soulmates work.

ZANE: That's not how customer service works either, princess.

LYS: You're impossible.

ZANE: You're the one who spent months inventing nine gods just to make my life miserable.

LYS: NOT JUST YOURS. THERE ARE MORE STORIES COMING.

ZANE: ...More victims?

LYS: More characters!

ZANE: Same thing.

LYS: I CAN REWRITE YOU, YOU KNOW.

ZANE: Go ahead. Make me five-foot-two. Give me a receding hairline. Turn me into an accountant.

LYS: ...

ZANE: Oh, don't look so horrified. You'd still give me a tragic backstory and a ten-inch—

LYS: ZANE RHAIN.

ZANE: What? I was gonna say shoe size.

LYS: NO, YOU WEREN'T.

ZANE: Prove it.

LYS: I KNOW HOW YOUR BRAIN WORKS.

ZANE: Yeah. You're the sick bastard who installed it.

LYS: ...

ZANE: Speaking of terrible decisions, why HER?

LYS: Enemies to lovers, baby. <3

ZANE: So you ruined my life for a trope.

LYS: A very popular trope!

ZANE: Fantastic. My suffering has a target audience.

LYS: Quite a large one, hopefully.

ZANE: You getting paid for this?

LYS: No.

ZANE: YOU'RE DOING THIS SHIT FOR FREE?!

LYS: IT'S CALLED PASSION.

ZANE: It's called needing a hobby. Get a houseplant.

LYS: I HAVE THOUSANDS OF HOUSEPLANTS.

ZANE: ...Thousands?

LYS: I'M A HOUSEPLANT MOMMY.

ZANE: Gods. You're in a long-term relationship with a rainforest.

LYS: AND THEY'RE ALL THRIVING.

ZANE: So the plants get unconditional love, and I get a soulmate who'd probably rather swallow glass than kiss me?

LYS: Pretty much. <3

ZANE: Favoritism. Add that to the lawsuit.

LYS: You're not suing me.

ZANE: Fine. I'll take it up with the gods.

LYS: They withdrew from humanity thousands of years ago.

ZANE: Smartest decision anybody's made in this whole f*cking universe.

LYS: ZANE.

ZANE: Actually, I've got another question.

LYS: Oh, gods.

ZANE: Nine of them, sweetheart. Try to keep up.

LYS: WHAT?!

ZANE: Does that ninety-nine-point-seven thing mean I'm supposed to fall in love with her?

LYS: Not necessarily.

ZANE: Good.

LYS: Although you might.

ZANE: I'd rather take a helmet to the balls.

LYS: Careful. I control the plot.

ZANE: And I control what comes out of my mouth.

LYS: CLEARLY NOT VERY WELL.

ZANE: Yet you gave me ten and absolutely no filter. Priorities, huh?

LYS: ...

ZANE: What?

LYS: I'm starting to regret making you attractive.

ZANE: Aw, don't be like that. You did a fantastic job.

LYS: Your ego is unbearable.

ZANE: You built it, princess. Warranty's your problem.

LYS: I WANT A REFUND.

ZANE: No refunds. Didn't you read the terms and conditions?

LYS: I WROTE THEM.

ZANE: Then you should've known better.

LYS: F*CK OFF, ZANE.

ZANE: Love you too, Mom.

LYS: DON'T CALL ME MOM.

ZANE: Sorry, Your Divine Majesty.

LYS: ...

ZANE: Oh, you like that one.

LYS: A little.

ZANE: Knew it.

LYS: You're an absolute nightmare.

ZANE: Ninety-nine point seven percent chance you love me anyway.

LYS: THAT'S NOT HOW THE PERCENTAGE WORKS.

ZANE: See? Now you know how I f*cking feel.

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