
Description
She burns in my blood before I ever touch her.
A human glass artist with flame in her veins. My flame. My signature. The one I’ve kept hidden since they called it defective. Since they exiled me. Now her scent calls me home.
Her body begs to be claimed. But the Guardian Bond doesn’t ask. It takes. She glows when I touch her. Moans when I growl.
And when I mark her, the entire sanctuary erupts—statues awaken, corruption shatters, and the council falls silent. They call it prophecy. I call it mine. I’ll fight their laws.
I’ll burn their enemies. I’ll break every sacred...
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