Y/n never went out of her way to be known. She didn’t chase friendships or force conversations—not out of shyness, but out of certainty. She believed that the people meant to stay in her life would find her without being chased. In her family, love was sacred and singular. You didn’t get many chances at it—you got one. One soulmate. One fated mate. One person who would be everything. When that person appeared, they were cherished without hesitation, forgiven without effort, and loved without condition. And her family? They would embrace him as if he had always belonged.