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 lay on the cold stone floor. His body ached. His bones felt like they had been ground to dust and put back together wrong. The network pulsed overhead. Blue light. Steady. Indifferent.


He stared at the ceiling. The rough stone. The veins of mycelium that ran through it like arteries. The faint glow that never quite reached the corners. Another trial.


The question came unbidden. It settled into his skull like a splinter. Small at first. Then it burrowed deeper.


He turned his head. Lysander slept beside him. His face was relaxed. Younger in sleep. The sharp edges of his usual vigilance were softened. His hand rested on Kaelen's arm. A casual touch. An unconscious gesture. He knew it was not real but he could not help it.


Chapter 197 - why?