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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

It was said no one returned from the room beneath the Temple of Falling Stars.

Aure and Lian descended the spiral staircase, torches flickering with blue flame. The stone walls pulsed with sigils long banned, carved by those who loved too wildly for the gods to allow.

When they reached the chamber, the door closed behind them.

Lian looked at Aure. "They say it reveals what we want most."

Aure's smirk was a sin all on it's own. "I hope the room's ready for us."

The floor lit up. Chains of light slithered from the corners, but they didn't restrain, they tempted. Velvet tendrils, shadow bound silk, and mirrors that didn't reflect what you were… only what you desired.

He pushed Aure against one of the ancient mirrors, mouth finding his throat, fingers already slipping under layers of armor and desire. "This time," he growled, "I want to hear you beg."

Aure laugh was low, wicked, dangerous. "Then make me."

He bound his hands not with rope but with whispered promises and magic that hummed against his wrists. Every kiss a spell. Every kiss a command.

The room shifted around them walls echoing with sighs of lovers past.

Aure arched under Lian's touch, try to catch his voice when he whispered the words that unraveled him.

"You were always mine. Even when you forgot. Even when they took your name."

Lian's mouth found every memory etched into Aure's skin. The curve of his hip. The hollow of his throat. The small of his back where the Ash Bond glowed like molten desire.

And when Aure finally gasped his name like a spell, like a surrender, the chains burst into golden flame.

Their bodies tangled, slick with sweat and star-blood, grinding in rhythm older than any throne.

When they came undone together the entire chamber pulsed with magic, and on the mirror behind them… new sigils appeared:

They collapsed in each other's arms, breathless and triumphant.

Aure kissed Lian's jaw and whispered, "I think we just broke history."

Lian grinned. "Good, Let's keep breaking it."

The room beneath the temple