"Soft hands, sharp knives, and unapologetic hearts"

Hey Sinners!!

Welcome to the chaos.

I go by Solgalieo here—but you can call me the puppet master behind your next obsession.

This story?

It’s not clean.

It’s not soft.

It doesn’t ask for permission.

This is for the broken, the bold, the dangerously romantic.

For the ones who love their characters sinful, unhinged, and too real to breathe easy around.

Welcome to Blood-Stained Vows.

This isn’t your sunshine-and-roses kind of love story. It’s all sharp edges, stolen glances, bullet wounds, trauma-bonded kisses, and devotion that tastes like obsession. It’s chaos in a crystal glass—served with lust, violence, and the kind of pain you feel in your bones.

If you're into morally grey men with god complexes and women who can burn empires down in heels... then babe, buckle up.

‼️This story contains mature and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.‼️ By continuing, you acknowledge you are 18+ or comfortable with the following themes:

‼️TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️‼️

This story contains:

NSFW content (18+)

Dubcon / Non-con

Rape & sexual violence

Human trafficking & abuse

Mental illness & trauma

Drug addiction & recovery

BDSM, stalking, voyeurism

Blood, torture, dark mafia themes

Unhealthy obsessions & manipulation.

Reader discretion is heavily advised.

If you’re triggered by any of the above, this might not be the story for you.

Please protect your peace. This isn't light reading. You matter more than my book. If any of this could hurt you, skip it—no shame, no explanation needed. If you want to really read the story, you can even skip those parts too.

This is fiction. Characters are flawed, intense, and make extremely dark choices.

This is not meant to glorify abuse, but to portray trauma, healing, vengeance, and love in its rawest, grimiest, most powerful form.

But if you crave the dark, if you want slow burns wrapped in barbed wire and romance that leaves scars, if you want to scream, sob, and maybe sin a little...

This story is yours.

If you’re the type who roots for the villain, cries for the monster, and falls for the one who's still bleeding from a thousand betrayals—

Then buckle up.

Cyrixan and Asterlayna’s story isn’t just dark. It’s black hole dark.

But it’s raw. It's poetic. It's feral.

And I promise you—once you start, you won’t stop.

To the readers who love monsters, survivors, and love that demands blood—

This one’s for you.

So light a candle. Hide from your family. And dive into the shadows.

Stay dangerous,

— Solgalio

Writer. Dreamer. Chaos enthusiast.

PS: Don’t forget to vote and comment, scream in the notes, and save your fav lines. I see everything. And I adore you.

Let the darkness begin.

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