A top-tier hunter dies in a high-level dungeon only to awaken inside a novel as the weakest son of a powerful hunter family, a character destined to die early.
Determined to change his fate, he relies on his past-life instincts to survive. But something is wrong.
 The farther he is from the novel’s villian, the more his emotions spiral out of control.
What begins as a necessity soon turns into something far more dangerous.
As he grows stronger and defies the original story, the invisible bond between them tightens blurring the line between control and obsession, reason and desire.
In a world ruled by power and dungeons, the greatest threat may not be death… but losing himself to the one person he cannot stay away from

Kaelen had drawn the bath himself, sending the servants away with a look that brooked no argument. The beast watched from the edge of the tub, its ember eyes tracking his every movement. Twist, had perched on the windowsill, his neck coiled into a shape that resembled a question mark. Iron the pig had wedged himself between the wardrobe and the wall, his golden eyes half-closed, his breathing deliberately even.


"You," he said, pointing at Sprite. "In."


The beast hissed, a wet, offended sound, and retreated to the far edge of the tub's rim.


The water was steaming, scented with lavender oil and something sharper, like pine. The beast's fur hit the surface and the creature 'screamed' a high, thin sound that was more outrage than pain. Its claws scrabbled against Kaelen's forearms, leaving thin red lines that welled up with blood.


Chapter 134 - Bloody bath