Hello! I’m Montage, the author, and this is my very first novel. Welcome to a story that twists through dimensions, time, and the hearts of two very complicated souls. This is a BL (boys’ love) novel set in a fantastical, futuristic world with subspace elements. Romance, betrayal, obsession, and a little angst weave through this tale, but it all serves the story I hope you’ll love.

The Story’s Heartbeat

At the center of it all is Lexus, a time traveler and dimension drifter over 110 years old. The Marcelli family, to which he belongs, has survived for centuries through the careful manipulation of dark magic—a magic that evolves, adapts, and, sometimes, corrupts. Lexus is tall, 6’2”, with harp violet eyes that seem to see everything and dark brown hair that falls in soft waves over pale skin, a side effect of prolonged exposure to subspace and the void of interdimensional travel. He has walked through the stars, escaped dying worlds, and battled the silent killers of the cosmos, all to survive. Yet his survival comes at a cost: he relies on a powerful antidote that protects him from the ravages of space radiation and near-death encounters that would obliterate ordinary humans.

His past is bound to one name: Daybreak—Eren.

Thirty years ago, Lexus met Daybreak in the Xandro dimension, a war-torn reality where sinful creatures were banished and nothing was sacred. Daybreak was not supposed to be there, yet his heritage—born of the Sunatra, a race of powerful celestial beings—pulled him into the chaos. He was strong, untamed, and dangerous, and yet he captivated Lexus. Their connection was instant, a collision of fate and desperation. For a while, love blossomed amidst fire and shadow, until Daybreak decided Lexus wasn’t enough. He betrayed him, banishing Lexus to the Xandro dimension, leaving him to rot in a place where death lurked behind every shadow.

But Lexus was not so easily defeated. A curse bound him to his obsession, to the memory of golden-brown eyes and a presence that had consumed him. For a decade, he survived, learned the secrets of the dimension, and honed powers even his own family would have envied. Now, he has returned, moving through dimensions and space itself, and nothing—not the barriers of reality, not the hands of fate—will stop him from finding Daybreak.

Daybreak, once a Sunatra, now lives as Eren, a human reborn without memory, stripped of his celestial past. He had been corrupted by power, torn between fleeting love and ambition, and ultimately betrayed Lexus. Before he could fully sever their connection, Lexus’s blade traveled across dark energy and pierced his heart. Death should have claimed him, but the legacy of the Sunatra refused it. He was reborn as a human, and the man he once was now lies dormant, waiting for destiny to awaken him again.

This is a story about obsession and love, betrayal and redemption, the fragile threads that tie two souls across time and space. Secrets will unravel, powers will clash, and hearts will be tested. Lexus is coming, and Daybreak’s new life may not be enough to save him—or himself.

DAYBREAK

I cracked one eye open, blinking at the ceiling like it owed me money. My brain was still half-asleep, simmering in grumpy resentment. Then the alarm erupted — that infernal beeping assaulting my ears like a damn war siren. I slammed my hand down, but the noise didn’t stop. Fine. If you wanted attention, you got it. I yanked it off the nightstand, tossing it to the floor. The plastic cracked. Little pieces flew.

“Finally,” I muttered, sitting up. My head pounded, and I rubbed my temples. The morning light felt invasive.

My cat, Cipher, stretched on the edge of the bed, tail flicking. She regarded me, eyes half-lidded, like I’d just interrupted her poetry reading. She meowed softly, the kind of “what now?” meow that made me feel guilty for waking up grumpy.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, reaching out. She nudged my hand with her head. I scratched behind her ears. Her purr was a tiny motor. I should’ve started here, with her, but I was already cranky.

I shoved off the covers, planting my feet on the floor. The cold wood hit my toes and I winced. I stood, stretching out – my muscles felt stiff, like I’d slept in the wrong posture. After a beat, I made for the shower, swearing under my breath.

The water was hot enough to sting, and steam curled up around me. It was the only part of morning I didn’t want to punch in the face. I leaned against the wall, letting it wash away the fog. My mind drifted to the day ahead — to my tech-gauntlets on the counter, glinting under the harsh fluorescent light.

As soon as I stepped out, I wrapped a towel around my waist, dried off, then flexed my fingers as I slid on those gauntlets. They snapped into place with a satisfying click. Instantly, I felt better — solid, ready, capable. A little weight on my arms, but in a good way.

I walked into the small kitchenette, making myself coffee. The steam curled in lazy spirals, the bitter smell grounding me. Cipher trotted after me, hopping up on the counter like she owned the place. She bat at the bag of coffee beans with her paw, demanding attention. Typical.

“Okay, okay,” I said, scooping out grounds. She meowed again, louder this time, and I reached over to undo her collar and scratch her neck. She leaned in, eyes closed. For a second, I could forget about everything else.

But I couldn’t shake it. A weird, jittery feeling settled at the back of my neck, like something was off. My heartbeat felt too loud, or maybe I was just listening too hard.

I finished my coffee, took a long sip — bitter, grounding — and then headed out. The hallway smelled like stale carpet and cleaning solution. I passed Juno, the receptionist, who was already at her desk, typing furiously.

“Mornin’, Day,” she said, giving me a tight smile. Her hair was always messy in the mornings, like she’d run her hands through it five times too many.

“You look like you wrestled your pillow,” I said, leaning on the doorframe.

She rolled her eyes, but her grin was real. “You sound charming as always.”

I pushed off and continued down the corridor to the workshop. Rex, my teammate, was already tinkering with one of our drones, his face lit by the soft glow of his tools. He glanced up. “Alarm again?”

I grunted. “Gave it a one-way trip to oblivion.”

He snorted. “Classic Day.”

I shrugged. “Better than listening to it torture me.” But even as I said that, the weird feeling crept in deeper, like something under my skin.

My boss, Marisol, was standing by the big window, arms crossed, watching the city wake up. She turned when she saw me.

“Morning,” I said, trying for neutral. It came out flat.

“You look off today,” she said, eyebrow raised. “Everything okay?”

I forced a shrug. “Just didn’t get enough sleep, I guess.”

She studied me a moment, then nodded. “Well, we’ve got the A-team meeting in ten. Be there.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. I turned to leave, but paused. The feeling, that strange itch, was growing stronger. What was that about?

I shut the door behind me, trying to focus on the hum of the workshop, on Rex’s tool buzz, on Cipher’s soft meows in my memory. But even with the gauntlets locked on and my coffee in hand, I couldn’t shake it.

A bad morning, I thought. But maybe, just maybe, it was a sign of something more.

DAYBREAK

My head buzzed like a damaged generator. I paused mid-screw, the drone part in my gauntleted hands freezing. The workshop’s usual hum dimmed behind me, replaced by an insistent vibration under my skull — a low, thrumming pulse that didn’t belong.

I sucked in air. My vision blurred. For a heartbeat, I was no longer at my desk. The room around me dissolved.

A portal cut the sky. Up there, on the roof of the Xandro skyscraper, a swirling violet rift hovered against the morning light, edges crackling like fractured glass. Through it, a man stared — eyes the color of pure amethyst, glowing fiercely, as though burning through the veil of reality. He didn’t blink. Every atom of him radiated an otherworldly stillness; it felt like he was calling into me, into the deep hollow where something ancient churned.

His expression held a terrible calm, as if he knew something I didn’t — or something I had forgotten.

Then, just as suddenly, I was yanked back. The drone part slipped from my fingers, clattering on the metal table below. My chest heaved, sweat slick on my skin. I blinked, tasting acrid fear, trying to steady myself.

“Daybreak—hey, man, you okay?” Rex’s voice cut through the haze. He was leaning over, concern etched in the creases of his brow.

“Yeah,” I said, though it came out ragged. My pulse pounded like a war drum. “Just... something weird.”

Rex didn’t press, but his eyes stayed locked on me for a long moment. Maybe he knew.

By the time lunch rolled around, I couldn’t shake the dread. The memory — or vision — lingered, coiling around my thoughts, whispering that something was coming.

I left the building and headed to the convenience store downstairs. My palms were clammy as I picked something cheap — instant noodles, a bottled water. I shuffled to the counter, mind racing. When the cashier rang me up, I fumbled for my wallet. But it wasn’t there.

Heart leaping, I cursed under my breath. “Shit,” I muttered. “Did I leave it at the office?” I felt heat rush up my neck: stupid mistake. Of all the days.

The cashier gave me a sympathetic look. “Cash or card?” she asked.

“Um — right now, I got neither,” I mumbled, alarm in my chest.

Before I could dig further, a shadow blocked my view. A tall figure stood beside me — a man with dark brown hair, face half-hidden in a hoodie. He was quiet, calm. When I looked over, he just nodded, like he’d been waiting.

He scanned something on his phone. Then, with a single, simple motion, he paid for my entire purchase. The screen flicked over, the transaction confirmed.

I stared. “Thank you,” I said, voice flat. Surprised, more than anything.

He shrugged, glancing away toward the street. “No problem.” His voice was soft, but firm — no mockery, no judgment.

I fumbled to return the gratitude. “I — I owe you.”

He gave me a brief smile, then turned and left the store, hoodie swallowing him up.

Outside, I leaned against the cool concrete wall, the grocery bag heavy in my hand. My heart still raced — not just from forgetting my wallet, but from that vision, and from him. The man with violet eyes. And now this stranger who’d paid for my meal.

I couldn’t shake it: something was coming. Something big. And today, it felt like I was inching closer to it than ever.