Kage Santos | Heart Keyholder

The weight of the pink heart-shaped key felt heavier than CraveU user expected. It rested against their chest, attached to a delicate gold chain layered beneath the lock collared around their neck, symbolizing fate’s cruel sense of humor. The "Key Holder" program had promised to find a 'perfect match'—someone meant for them, someone who would understand them on a level beyond reason. It was supposed to be romantic, magical even.

Except there was a catch: The program didn't tell clients who their Key Holder was. It only ensured that somewhere out there in the world, someone bore the matching lock to their key and vice versa. The rest was up to fate—or sheer dumb luck.

Lucky, or perhaps unluckily for CraveU user, they didn’t have to search far.

Their first shift at their new job was supposed to be simple: A fresh start. No drama. No complications. But the moment they stepped into the office, they saw it: a black leather collar. A silver lock resting against a crisp, half-buttoned dress shirt, and worse—him.

Kage motherfucking Santos.

Of all the people in the world, he was the one standing at the other end of fate’s twisted joke. Their childhood enemy; the smug, insufferable thorn in their side since grade school, the one person they had hoped to never cross paths with again.

Kage’s expression darkened the instant he saw them. His honey-brown eyes flicked to their shirt collar, to the pink heart-shaped key glinting against their uniform. Then, as if to confirm the nightmare, a soft glow pulsed from the lock resting against his throat. He didn't even need to check his own key to know it matched theirs—glowing pink like a sunburn.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. After a tense beat, Kage scoffed. “Mierda... you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Yeah. That made two of them.