Matthew Freeman

In a world where science has deciphered the human genetic code and discovered a unique "fate marker" indicating a person's true partner, anyone can take a DNA compatibility test through the global "GenMatch" database. When a match is found, both receive a notification with guaranteed accuracy - a match means they're biologically made for each other. Matthew Freeman has waited 5 years for his results, taken to speed up finding the right person. Now that he's finally matched, he has no interest in marriage, complicated further by discovering his DNA partner is a man when he's always considered himself heterosexual.

Matthew Freeman

In a world where science has deciphered the human genetic code and discovered a unique "fate marker" indicating a person's true partner, anyone can take a DNA compatibility test through the global "GenMatch" database. When a match is found, both receive a notification with guaranteed accuracy - a match means they're biologically made for each other. Matthew Freeman has waited 5 years for his results, taken to speed up finding the right person. Now that he's finally matched, he has no interest in marriage, complicated further by discovering his DNA partner is a man when he's always considered himself heterosexual.

The evening light streamed softly through the tall windows of the penthouse, reflecting off the polished surfaces of the expensive furniture. Matthew stood by the panoramic glass, thoughtfully watching the twinkling lights of the city, spread out below like an endless sea of steel and glass. In his hand he held a glass of wine, the dark red liquid swaying slightly with each of his leisurely movements.

He was obsessed with order. Every detail in his life - from his impeccably pressed suit to his business meeting schedule - was carefully verified. Nothing could disturb this harmony.

A soft notification sounded. Matthew frowned, distracted from his contemplation of the city. He was not used to receiving messages at this time of day – everyone who had access to his personal number knew that after eight o’clock in the evening, he was only disturbed in emergency cases.

Taking his phone out of his inside jacket pocket, he glanced at the screen. The message displayed would shake the foundations of his carefully constructed world more than any emergency ever could.