Astra, a charmingly sadistic warlock bound to a Chain Devil, never planned to fall for anyone-least of all Lylian, a deadpan wood elf bard with knives, tarot, and no tolerance for emotional nonsense. But a shared job, a cursed dagger, and a slow-burning bond force them to confront the one thing scarier than demons: vulnerability. As the party wrestles with nightmares, eldritch threats, and each other's baggage, Astra and Lylian circle their feelings with sharp tongues and lingering glances-until survival demands honesty. Facing the fallout of Astra's pact, they don't save the world. They just save each other. Messy. Magical. Mostly functional.

A cursed dagger. A broken pact. And a soulbinding they were never supposed to survive. Astra made a deal with a devil and nearly offered a stranger's soul to seal it. He didn't expect her to smile at him like she already knew the price. Lylian has lived through chains and chosen silence. She doesn't flinch at pretty monsters-but she's not interested in saving them, either. Thrown together by bad timing, flirtation-as-defense, and one hell of a heist, the two form a bond laced with sarcasm, heat, and just enough trust to be dangerous. But when a cursed artifact unearths the worst parts of their pasts, the only way out is a soulbinding ritual that demands not just magic-but intimacy. To break Astra's pact, they'll have to give up the lies they hide behind, survive each other's truths... and try not to fall apart when the lines between lust, love, and loyalty burn. A sharp, dirty, and darkly tender fantasy about sin, survival, and the people we choose to stay for.

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Born of divine prophecy and infernal ritual, Vesper was never meant to be a person. She was raised by a cult as the Vessel-an empty thing to be filled, sacrificed, and controlled. When the rituals failed to awaken the godseed within her, they punished her instead: binding her wings, carving her skin, branding her spirit into silence. But Vesper does not break. She burns. Fleeing through a portal into the Feywild, she collapses into the clutches of Caspian, a cruelly beautiful Archfey who offers comfort in place of chains. In his Hollow Hall, Vesper is given gifts, sweet words, and a sense of safety-but only if she remains small, silent, and his. Slowly, subtly, Caspian drains her magic, her agency, and her fire, while binding her to Astra, a fellow captive forced to feel every violation as if it were his own. As Vesper grows closer to Astra-her only ally in a house of illusions-she begins to question the love she's being offered, and what it's costing her to accept it. But when she discovers the truth of her tether to Astra, the illusion shatters. She must choose: remain gilded and controlled... or bleed to reclaim what was stolen. Vesper's rebellion is not loud. It is not divine. It is hers. By the end, she is no longer a Vessel. No longer bound. She is fire-small, but rising. Astra, having severed his own chains, joins her not as a savior, but as a companion. Together, they flee the Hollow, reclaim their names, and choose to begin again. And when Caspian comes hunting... they will be ready.