Soul Mate's: Jeremiah
Some people fall in love. Jeremiah was claimed.
One night, one fire escape, one sky bleeding teal into auburn, and he already knew: some souls don't ask permission before they take root in you.
Then the war came for him anyway.
What he left behind wasn't just a girl. It was a language only two people ever spoke, letters that tried to outrun distance, sketches that tried to outrun forgetting, and a promise neither of them was sure they had the right to make.
Guardian or inflictor. Chosen or claimed. Brave, or just out of options.
Soul Mate's: Jeremiah asks what's left of love when fate does the choosing, and what's left of a person when the choosing is done.