Vegas Theerapanyakul is wealthy, powerful, cold as ice, and haunted by a past betrayal that left him wary of love. When Pete Phongsakorn, a hopeful and warm-hearted architecture student, steps into his world, sparks fly-but not the kind that ignites...
Back in his office, Vegas finished up some last-minute work before heading out. He glanced at the clock, the hands ticking toward the hour he had committed to meeting Kinn and Porsche. Adjusting his crisp white shirt, which fitted perfectly to his frame, he slipped on a tailored black blazer and paired it with sleek black pants. He looked effortlessly handsome, even after a long day of work.
Imagine he is looking like this
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Once he was ready, Vegas grabbed his keys, the cool metal a stark reminder of the evening ahead. He walked to the parking garage, where the powerful engine of his sleek black Maserati roared to life, filling the space with a thrilling hum. As he navigated through the familiar city streets, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the skyline, momentarily distracting him from the anxiety that nagged at him.
As he arrived at the café, he parked his car and stepped out, the lively buzz of conversation spilling out like an inviting embrace. As he entered the café, he scanned the room, searching for familiar faces amidst the vibrant atmosphere. Kinn was already at a corner table, his smile radiant as he waved excitedly, a beacon of warmth in the bustling space.
Hey! You made it!" Kinn exclaimed, rising to pull his brother into a quick hug. "This is Pete!"
As Pete turned to face him, their eyes met for just a moment, and Vegas felt a flicker of annoyance at the unexpected jolt of interest.
Pete is looking like this
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Pete was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and blue jeans, casual and unassuming, yet it somehow caught Vegas's attention in a way he hadn't expected. But he couldn't help but notice how nervous Pete looked, his hands fidgeting slightly as he extended a hand. That friendly grin seemed almost too bright for Vegas's somber mood.
"Nice to meet you," Pete said, his voice tinged with excitement yet laced with apprehension.
"Likewise," Vegas replied, shaking his hand but quickly withdrawing his grip, as if the contact burned. He masked any semblance of interest, focusing instead on the chatter of the café.
Inside, Pete felt his heart race. There was something magnetic about Vegas—his sharp features, confident demeanor, and the way he carried himself in that perfectly tailored outfit. Yet, beneath that allure lay a heaviness that intrigued Pete. Why was someone so accomplished and handsome guarded?
Porsche chimed in, "So, Vegas, we've been discussing your luxurious real estate empire. Pete here has big dreams of designing breathtaking skyscrapers. Maybe you could give him some pointers on what it's like to build an empire?"
"Or how to avoid one," Vegas replied dryly, earning a playful nudge from Kinn.
"Don't scare him off, Vegas!" Kinn laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "He's just trying to break through your ice fortress."
"Good luck with that," Vegas muttered, his eyes scanning the café, deliberately avoiding Pete's gaze. He couldn't afford to get distracted or entangled in feelings he had long buried.
As Pete listened to the conversation, his thoughts drifted. What had Vegas gone through to build such walls around himself? He wondered about Vegas's love life and the heartbreak that might have shaped him. Could he be the one to break through those defenses? But then, the reality of his internship hit him.
He had to focus on that—this was an opportunity he couldn't let slip away. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his nerves weren't just about the internship; they were also about this intriguing man sitting across from him.
As the evening unfolded, conversations flowed easily around him, laughter echoed, and Vegas felt the familiar walls he had built around himself tighten. He listened, engaging only when necessary, all the while pushing down the nagging sense of unease that accompanied Pete's lively presence.
The night wore on, and while the laughter around him felt distant, Vegas's thoughts remained anchored in the shadows of his past, questioning whether he would ever allow anyone in again.
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