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ALT Soren Ampthyr is a glowing orphan from LowerCity, who never expects to be loved, not genuinely. So when Kieran Voss comes into his life, Soren spends every moment certain that his affection is on a timer that he can’t see. Something he risks when he starts to fall for Kieran’s boyfriend, Amos Rhyne—a hauntingly magnetic politician whose interest in Soren draws the attention of other predators in UpperCity looking for weakness. Caught between the pair’s affection, jealousy, and enemies, Soren finds he’ll go behind their backs and push any leverage he has if it means never being alone again.
ALT Blond Main Character with words around him, "Refuses to be a damsel" "Polyamorous Relationship" "Rivals to Lovers" Love at First Sight" "Will bite First" "Self-Destructive" "Love Story" "Prickly Exterior, Too Trusting Anyways" "Forced Proximity" and then comps being Captive Prince with text under "Barbed Words, Court Intrigue Power Imbalance Masks as Defense" AMC's IWTV with text under Messy, Dark, The Love is Real, But At What Cost Docile with text under Capitalist Dystopia, Broken Systems Upheld by Broken People, Rich and Poor
ALT Kieran made no move to stop him, so Soren kept talking. “UpperCity only takes care of their Vae Fever outbreaks, fuck the rest of us. So when kids die in waves, people down here somehow make it our fault. Blaming Vaeryn like me, a walking warning sign on my face for these people to hate me for how I was–” He stopped, swallowing the rest of his rant, and then finishing it. “I’m going to fix it. All of it.” Kieran’s gaze burned, staring at him like he was some puzzle slowly being solved word by word. Soren wanted to rip Kieran’s patience apart, to pull it open and dissect how far his interest went. See if it was the same color as the heat in his gut. “How?” Kieran asked. Soren set down his drink, mulling over the question, thoughts tacky and clinging like cedar cologne. “I’m going to win that show y’all hold once a year. The, uh.” The words tangled between his brain and mouth. “The Meridian Games?” "Yeah, that one." Soren said.
