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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

An abandoned war temple between realms, deep in the Vale of Echoes. Cursed ground. Forgotten by time. Rumored to be a site where soulbonds cross planes… and destinies Collide.

Kael & Sylis: bloodbound, wicked and wild, addicted to each other and chaos

Aure & Lian: fated, sacred, reborn through pain, aching with memory and fire

Tonight, all four are being drawn to the same place.

Lian pressed his palm to the stone altar, the mark on his chest pulsing harder than ever before.

"They're coming," Aure whispered, mist-blue hair fluttering in a wind that hadn't stirred in centuries. "But not for us alone."

Far across the vale, a shadow burst into flame.

Kael emerged, shirtless, blood-spattered, sword dripping with dark light. Sylis followed, robes unfastened, fingers glowing with sigil-heat, eyes narrowed.

Four strangers, two bonds, and a ripple in fate so sharp it felt like a blade between the ribs.

Then Sylis smiled slowly. "I didn't know fate had such… pretty enemies."

Aure tilted his head. "We're not enemies."

Kael scoffed, "Then why does it feel like I want to fight you and f*** you at the same time?"

Lian stepped forward, eyes burning golden. "Because sometimes, the gods get bored. And they want to see what happens when fire meets fire."

Then, like a match thrown into oil it ignited.

Swords drawn. Spells flying. Bodies crashing into stone pillars, lips grazing jaws in half-threats, half-promises.

Aure locked eyes with Sylis. "Do you taste power like this often?"

Sylis smirked, stepping closer. "Only when I'm about to devour it."

Four bodies. Two bonds. One massive eruption of raw magic, lust, and unfiltered fury.

And somewhere in the middle of that chaos, they forgot if they were supposed to fight or fa

But they sure as hell ruined the temple.

And when dawn came, they were sprawled in the rubble, limbs tangled, lips bruised, hearts marked.

"Next time," Kael muttered, voice low and wasted, "we skip the swords."

"No," Lian rasped, tracing a fading sigil on Aure's hip. "We just sharpen them first."

The midnight convergence when bonds cross