Why in the world is Ciara my perfect match? Out of all the people, why the heartbreaker? My mind reeled with questions, each more frustrating than the last. The perfect match system was supposed to pair us with someone who complemented us in every way.
So how on earth did it pick Ciara for me? She was a walking chaos, an absolute disaster of emotions and impulses. My complete opposite. Sure, opposites attract, but this felt more like a cruel joke than fate.
Every time I thought about the few interactions we'd had, all I could remember was her arrogance, her cocky smirk, and those piercing eyes that seemed to look right through me. She had a way of getting under my skin like no one else, and not in a good way.
Yet here I was, trapped in her room because some damn magical system said we were meant for each other. It was infuriating. I didn't want to believe it, and yet, a small part of me was curious about what the system saw that I didn't.
