For centuries, the cosmos has survived on obedience that kept careful planning on course. In a celestial realm where destinies are charted like constellations, shooting star deities are born with singular purposes: to descend into mortal worlds, bind themselves to predestined spouses, and bring prosperity to the realms they touch. These unions arranged long before birth by ancient stellar houses are brief, brilliant, and necessary. When mortal lives end, the stars return to the sky, taking their places among the constellations until even gods fade into dust. This is the order of things and it has never failed. Until it does. When Astrael, heir to the radiant House of First Light, and Nyxara, the brilliant and secretive heiress of the Twilight Orbit, are launched toward their destined mortal marriages, fate makes a single, catastrophic error. Their paths collide. The impact fractures time, unravels destinies, and gives birth to an entirely new galaxy. One born not of sacrifice or design, but of something the cosmos has never accounted for before. Love. Stranded within the universe they accidentally created, Astrael and Nyxara must navigate a reality without routes, without rules, and without permission. As celestial authorities hunt them for daring to remain, and mortal worlds begin to change beneath the glow of the Lovers’ Spiral, the two heirs are forced to choose between duty and desire, obedience and freedom, the universe as it was or the universe as it could be. Because when stars choose each other, even fate must learn to bend.