Rían had always fantasized about how he would mark his kamará. Where he would spend the whole day romancing her, showering her with gifts, taking her to one of her favorite places for an intimate dinner, and end up spending the rest of the evening lost between silken sheets. And then, there would be that lucid moment when they would lock eyes and simply know it was time to bind themselves together.
She would go first, biting his neck at the marking spot, her teeth sinking in deep enough so that her energy would intermingle with his. Then next, he would mark her, completing the bond, elated as they felt their souls instantly snap together as they were always meant to be.
Yes, those were his fantasies.
Nothing at all close to this reality.
Never had he imagined that he would be using the
