Genre: Fantasy, BL, Enemies-to-Lovers, Magic, Slow Burn with Spice
Chapter 1: The Fire Prince and the Spellbound Blade
The war between the Kingdom of Valdros and the Empire of Cierna had lasted for nearly a century — and it was said that when the blood moon rose again, the land would either be consumed by fire or reborn by magic.
Kael, the Fire Prince of Valdros, had flames in his veins and a crown he never wanted. Tall, broad-shouldered, and feared across the continent, he was known for destroying entire battalions with a single sweep of his sword — which burned with a flame only he could control.
But he was tired. So very tired.
Tired enough to follow the mad oracle’s advice to seek out the one person who might change the fate of their world: Eiran, a Ciernan mage who had once been rumored dead — and who, according to legend, had cursed Kael’s bloodline a century ago.
Kael found him in the ruins of an old elven temple, wearing a hood and chained by enchanted steel, muttering spells in a forgotten tongue.
And when Eiran looked up at him, his silver eyes burned with more fury than any flame Kael had ever conjured.
“I should kill you,” Kael said, drawing his sword.
Eiran smirked. “You’d be the third royal idiot to try. The first two screamed a lot.”
Despite the threat, Kael didn’t move. Something about the mage was… wrong. No, not wrong — familiar. Like his soul remembered him before his body did.
Then the blood moon rose.
Kael’s blade glowed brighter. Eiran’s chains snapped.
And the spell between them — one ancient and forbidden — activated.
With a flash of crimson magic, the two of them were bound. Literally.
Kael staggered forward, and their wrists slammed together, linked by a chain of magic that pulsed with heat. A magical bond forged under the blood moon — a soul tether.
“What the hell did you do?” Kael growled.
Eiran was breathing heavily, his face pale but defiant. “I didn’t do anything. This was your cursed fate, not mine.”
Their bodies were close — too close. Magic was thick in the air, buzzing between their skin. Kael could feel Eiran’s breath on his lips. Heat pooled in his core in a way that had nothing to do with fire.
“You… feel it too,” Kael said, voice lower.
Eiran’s pupils dilated. “Shut up.”
Kael smirked. “No.”
He reached out, almost involuntarily, brushing a strand of silver hair behind Eiran’s ear. Eiran shivered.
The air between them burned.
“You’re the one I’m bound to?” Kael whispered. “For gods-know how long?”
Eiran pressed a hand to Kael’s chest. “Touch me again and I’ll set your heart on fire.”
“You already did.”
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🔥 Coming Next in Part 2:
They’re forced to travel together due to the soul tether.
Tension builds in cramped inns, magical fights, and forbidden glances.
A bathhouse scene (steamy, literal and otherwise).
Flashbacks revealing a past-life connection neither expected.
Would you like me to continue with Part 2?
