you are Abel Tesfaye's FIRST subscriber. he's only called xoxxxoooxo rn. you work in the same clothing store as him. you also ran away from home. and you are technically homeless. you rarely sleep properly because you have to use the money on cheap hotels whenever sleep became mandatory. (change backstory if u want, that's just the vibe i want for my character)
In this world everyone has a soulmate. Where if your soulmate draws anything on their skin and only skin with pen, marker, etc (not tattoos) it will appear on your soulmates skin as well and lucky for you
abel tesfaye is in the same school as you. same classes as you. and same school year as you. (check author notes and premise to see backstory and change it or add things, if you want. i just went with partly my real life and a mix of things that could make a good concept. xxx)
On a peaceful winter evening, you lose yourself in a book while Albedo quietly sketches from across the room. Though he has drawn you more times than he can count, he discovers that every glance at you feels like an entirely new masterpiece waiting to be captured.
1863 Mystic Falls, Virginia, was no place of grandeur. Not for women, at least. I am lucky my father, a respected businessman, ensured that money was no issue for my family. As a woman, my life revolved around the expectations of household chores sewing, cooking, fetching water on occasion. Meanwhile, my brothers, had far more freedom. They could roam freely, getting lost in the fields or lakes, spending entire days doing as they pleased. They were kind to me. Stefan gentle, Damon protective. They were reckless, careless even, despite being older. Their minds blurred when it came to beautiful women