annabethsea
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The soulmark system is supposed to be simple: two names, one great love, one companion. But when you, Mei, and Prince Caleb all bear each other's names, the truth becomes impossibly tangled. Some truths reveal themselves only in death, and some loves are understood only when they can no longer be returned.
(can be read as non-mc reader or mc reader, you can treat mei as an oc)
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- Part 4 of arranged marriage aus
- Part 5 of Caleb Angst
- Part 9 of Love and Deepspace
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two years ago, you were foolish enough to believe that you were destined for love. you serve as a quiet witness to something so viscerally painful: the truth. in response to this betrayal, you damn yourself to a life of cold solitude before running straight into the arms of the enemy: EVER’s new doomsday division, dedicated to eliminating enemies quietly and cleanly.
now in the present, you are the top cleaner in this acclaimed shadow division. your next target? a protocore dealer towards the top of EVER’s hit list. it’s an easy assignment…almost too easy.
the issue makes itself clear to you once you step back into the N109 Zone…sylus qin, one of the highest targets on EVER’s list.
sylus qin, who’s been looking for you for two years.
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"Do you ever wonder what it's like to touch a star?"
You are both twenty-two when you meet and in love already. He with a girl; his best friend, someone he knew his whole life and vowed to live and fight for. While you—You were in love with the stars. These were both things which neither of you would ever have. But ennui, a nicotine addiction, and a few billion stars might just lead you to one another.
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- Part 1 of 机缘凑巧
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You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) by OrphicMeliora
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
14 Jan 2026
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“Well,” he said, voice low, unreadable, almost teasing. “This is a surprise.”
You swallowed the knot in your throat and turned around, not because you wanted to face him—but because the weight of his presence demanded it.
“Not really,” you tried to sound breezy. Light. Detached. “I was just dropping something off—”
Click.
The sound of the lock sliding into place was too deliberate. Too calm.
Zayne shrugged off his lab coat. The stark white fabric fell in slow motion over the back of the chair, and then he rolled his shoulders—tight, tired, tense. You watched his fingers unbutton his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves slowly, with practiced ease.
Curtains drawn. Room dimming. Silence folding over itself.
“I sincerely hope,” he murmured as he walked toward you, past you, pulling each curtain shut until the room felt private, secretive—dangerous, “it’s not another envelope.”
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An arranged marriage built on silence unravels into a love loud enough to echo—where a repressed heart finally claims what was always his.
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You spent your whole life loving him, and he never said a word. A retelling of your story—of the way he made you feel without meaning to, of all the things you held in, waiting for something that was never coming. And now it’s too late to ask what any of it meant.