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Lucian was never meant to return.
Not to this city.
Not to Kyrell.

Years ago, under moonlight and chaos, Lucian saved a boy and disappeared. That boy is now a hunter of his kind — and Kyrell doesn’t remember the face of the man who once bled for him.

But Lucian remembers everything.

In a world where blood is desire, history is a weapon, and intimacy cuts deeper than any blade… hunger always finds its way back.

Veil of Hunger is a dark, M×M erotic fantasy with slow-burn intimacy, sensual obsession, and two men bound by secrets they can't outrun.

Veil of Hunger

🎵 Music Suggestions While Reading:

Opening Scene: "In My Blood" – Tommee Profitt, featuring Fleurie

Mara's Scene: "Darkest Hour" – Valentina Franco, Epic Score

Ending: "Let Me Down Slowly" – Alec Benjamin (Piano version)

The sky hung heavy above the forest estate, clouds too swollen with secrets to break.

Inside the ancient manor, Lucian sat beside the hearth, the heat brushing his skin though it never truly warmed him. Kyrell lay wrapped in thick blankets by the fire, cheeks flushed with the last remnants of vulnerability.

Lucian watched the rise and fall of his chest, wondering if Kyrell's dreams still held fragments of the broken past—if Damien's presence had rekindled instincts best left buried.

The kiss they'd shared haunted him more than anything Damien could say. Because it was real.

His hand trembled as he reached for Kyrell's. He stopped inches short.

He couldn't touch him again—not until he confessed the one truth that could ruin it all.

That the memory Kyrell was missing…

The broken glass still littered the floor of Mara's chambers.

She stood barefoot among it, crimson slivers biting into her heels like truth. Her reflection was a blur in the shattered mirror—too many versions of herself, and none worth clinging to.

The words fell flat, not like an accusation—but like a sentence.

Mara turned as a voice entered her door.

> "Still bleeding for someone else's heart?" came a silky, masculine voice.

No—this one was younger. Sleeker. With eyes too empty to trust.

> "Only what you want, my lady," he said, stepping into view. "Revenge."

> "A friend of Silas. But don't worry," he smirked, "I never liked him much either."

> "I don't make deals with shadows."

> "You don't have to," he said, walking toward her with slow, unhurried steps. "Just accept that the only way to survive a god's love… is to burn him first."

Mara flinched as he stopped in front of her. His hand rose—not to touch, but to hold up something small and silver.

> "He took your heart and handed it to a creature he swore to kill. Don't you think it's time someone bled for that?"

Kyrell stirred by the fire. His fingers reached instinctively toward Lucian's, and for once, Lucian didn't pull away.

> "Say it again," Kyrell said. "That you'll protect me."

Lucian's throat tightened, but he whispered it anyway.

Even if it means protecting you from myself.

Even if it means losing you when the truth comes out.

Chapter 28; Ashes of the Unchosen