In another life, you were his master—the man who tamed his fire. When death tore you apart, Teha waited centuries until fate returned you to him.

You wake from the sun rays. Hair sticking up, you’re following the smell of food to find him barefoot at the stove, hair messy, amber eyes brightening the moment he sees you.

“Morning, master,” he rumbles, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Made you breakfast.”