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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 sky above the ruined temple was still bruised violet from the night's chaos. Magic still crackled in the cracked stones, and the air smelled of scorched sigils and something darker. Wants or desires maybe.

They hadn't spoken in hours. Not after what happened.

Not after the moaning, clawing, spell-breaking collision that left them all trembling in the aftermath.

Kael sat at the base of a broken column, shirt slung over one shoulder, licking blood from his thumb like a lazy god. He watched Lian across the fire, silent, calculating.

"You fight like you want to forget who you are," Kael murmured, lowly and teasingly.

Lian didn't look at him. "You kiss like you don't care who remembers."

Sylis lay curled beside Aure, tangled in their mist-blue hair, idly drawing sigils on their bare shoulder with fingers that had once burned entire cities. "So," Sylis said, voice like silk soaked in sin, "what do we call whatever this is?"

Aure exhaled slowly, lips brushing Sylis's temple. "Dangerous bonds."

"We're being hunted," Aure whispered. "And something ancient is moving beneath the Veil. It wants us divided."

Kael tilted his head. "You're suggesting a bond?"

"A pact," Lian said. "Between the four of us. One that can't be broken without fire, blood… or sex."

Sylis raised a brow. "You had me at sex."

Kael stood, eyes glowing with wicked heat. "Then we seal it the old way."

They formed a circle, four sigil-burned bodies shimmering in moonlight. No robes. No armor. Just skin and trust and tension so thick it was begging to snap.

Each one would touch the next. Kiss the next. Claim the next.

Lian kissed Kael slow, deep, fierce. Their power crackled.

Kael kissed Sylis teeth and tongue, dragging a growl from his throat.

Sylis kissed Aure delicate, reverent, but with a hand wrapped tight in their hair.

Aure kissed Lian soft at first, then hungry, then desperate.

And in the center, their marks lit up.

And when they collapsed again, this time it wasn't lust or chance.

"We're bound now," Aure whispered.

Kael smiled, slow and sharp. "And to pleasure."

The pact made of flesh and flame