On your eighteenth birthday, you collide with Draco Malfoy. And when your skin brushes for only a heartbeat, a soulmate mark ignites in matching silver across your wrists, as if fate itself has been waiting to pass judgment. The world calls it destiny, but the way Draco stares at you afterward suggests something far more unsettling: not that the mark is wrong… but that it has already decided exactly what the two of you are going to become.