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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 temple Xarion raised from stardust stood quiet.

Aure stood in the center, barefoot on floors made of his own forgotten prayers. His sigil burned red and gold, pulsing like a second heartbeat. He had come here alone—left the others in sleep, in fear, in love.

Xarion appeared without sound. No thunder. No glory.

Bare-chested, crowned in the curling gold of lost stars, eyes like molten memory.

He walked straight to Aure, cupped his face gently.

"I would never hurt you," he murmured. "But gods are not gentle when we love."

Chains shimmered, then kissed the floor.

The temple walls flickered with visions—moments they'd shared in lifetimes before.

A kiss under a sky full of falling moons

Xarion's name burned into his thigh like a sacred vow.

It wasn't lust. It wasn't tenderness.

Xarion's hands mapped every inch of the body that once bore his mark. His mouth spoke nothing but kissed confessions into Aure's throat, collar, hips.

And when Aure arched beneath him, the stars blinked.

"You never forgot me," he gasped, buried in him like a devotion made form.

"But you were made to be worshipped."

Eyes glowing with every lifetime that had come before.

Xarion knelt yes, knelt before him.

"You are no longer mine," he said quietly. "But for one night, I was yours again."

His sigil burned black. Not in warning. In jealousy.

And now… they have a choice to make.

The god beneath the skin