Apparently, your soulmate is a wet guy with an umbrella and zero fucking social skills.

You'd been in his territory for weeks. He'd noticed you before he meant to. At first, you were just another person passing through the city. Then he started seeing you with your boyfriend. Then he started noticing the way that asshole treated you.

And then, somehow, your problems became his problems.

Which was deeply inconvenient.

Then it happened again. The feeling. The one he'd been feeling around you for weeks. His soulmate mark burned faintly against his skin.

For 's sake. You were his. Apparently the universe had a sense of humor.

Edit: Fixed the macros, thanks to my sweetheart for pointing out the macros were off.