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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 began with a tremor in the sigil.

Aure jerked awake in a cold sweat, his chest glowing like a second heart was trying to claw its way out. The others Lian, Kael, Sylis were still asleep in a tangle of limbs and warmth.

And something whispered through the cracks in the world:

The mark seared. Aure stumbled to his feet, dazed, drawn toward the mirror that hadn't existed until now an obsidian portal ringed in ancient bone.

He woke on a throne of velvet and ash.

And in front of him stood Xarion, the god of longing and ruin barefoot, shirtless, his dark hair dripping with gold thread, his lips curled in a cruel smile that only broke when he said:

He moved like silk and storms, his presence pouring into the room like molten heat. His fingers slid up Aure's throat, cradling his jaw as if they'd never been parted.

"You were mine first," Xarion whispered. "Before memory. Before rebirth. You think I wouldn't recognize my flame, even wrapped in new skin?"

Aure's breath hitched. "I don't belong to you anymore."

"Oh," he chuckled darkly, "but that's the sweetest lie you've ever told."

He leaned in, lips grazing Aure's ear.

"I can taste their marks on your body. But I'm not here to erase them. I'm here to make sure they know… you were worshipped before you were loved."

Back in the mortal realm, Lian woke screaming.

Sylis spat curses in a forgotten tongue.

"They took Aure," Lian growled, sword already drawn.

"No," Sylis corrected, voice shaking. "He took him."

"Xarion. The god of hunger. The one Aure bound himself to in a past life… and never truly broke from."

The god who would not let go