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In a realm where soulbonds are sacred and forbidden in equal measure, two people are torn apart by betrayal, silence, and the cruelty of power.

Lian Wolfe, once a sworn protector of the ancient Order, was exiled for breaking his oath to protect the one person the world demanded he forgets: Aure Siran, a soulmarked person whose presence could bend reality itself.

Thought lost to time, Aure returns—reborn, fragmented, his memories sealed like ruins behind glass. But the bond between them cannot be severed. Not truly.

As Aure’s past begins to unravel, visions of a warrior’s loyalty and a love too wild to be contained pulls him into a quiet obsession: to find the man who bleeds in his  dreams.

But Lian, now hunted and hardened, has learned to bury his heart beneath ash and blade. When fate draws them back together, one remembers everything…
and the other remembers just enough to ache.

Their reunion could reignite a forgotten war—or heal a world still trembling from their fall.

Will they choose love? Or will duty and fear tear them apart once more?

Untamed bond

The forest was alive—but not with life. The trees twisted toward the sky like they'd once been men, now petrified in agony. The ground pulsed red beneath Lian's boots, moss damp with something far too warm to be dew.

Bloodroot Grove. The name wasn't just a tale. The soil here remembered everything.

Aure stepped lightly, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "This place… it was sacred once. Before it was cursed."

Lian didn't answer. He knew. His dreams had brought him here too many times. But never like this—never with him.

They walked until the trees parted into a ring of bone-pale stones. In the center, a relic hovered—metal twisted like it had been forged in a scream. It pulsed to Aure's heartbeat.

"You brought me here," Aure whispered, hand trembling toward it. "Even before I remembered. You've always called me."

Lian's jaw clenched. "You left me here once."

Then Aure turned, slow as breath, eyes no longer green but burning with silver fire. "I let them take me so they wouldn't take you."

The ground split. The relic dropped. The grove screamed.

From the roots, figures began to rise—guardians of the oath long broken. Faces wrapped in vine and iron. Eyes hollow. Their purpose was simple:

"No," Aure said, stepping forward. "This is our vow. We made it together—we broke it together."

Lian moved like fire. Aure moved like wind. Their bodies remembered what their minds had forgotten. A dance older than death.

And in the center of it all, Aure caught Lian's wrist—dragged him close—foreheads touching, breath heavy.

"If we die here," they whispered, "then let it be together. But if we live—we burn this curse to ash."

The vow beneath bloodroot