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...
As they settled into their seats, the conversation flowed easily, with Kinn and Porsche sharing light banter. Vegas, however, shifted his focus to Pete, a hint of nervousness flickering across his face. "Hey, Pete, I wanted to say... um, I....
Pete: huh!
Vegas: "Pete", I'm really sorry about our last meeting," he began, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I know it was a bit... unfortunate, and we didn't get a chance to talk much."
Pete blinked, momentarily taken aback by Vegas's sincerity. "It's okay! I completely understand," he replied, maintaining brief eye contact, his heart racing at the warmth in Vegas's gaze.
"Thank you for being so understanding," Vegas said, relief washing over him.
Kinn, sensing the moment, jumped in to lighten the mood. "So, Pete, tell us something about yourself!"
Taking a deep breath, Pete's excitement bubbled to the surface. "I'm a final-year architecture student at Mae Ping University. Architecture has always fascinated me; it's where art and functionality meet in the most beautiful ways."
Vegas leaned in, intrigued. "What made you choose architecture?"
With a bright smile, Pete shared, "Honestly, it was traveling that sparked my passion. Each place I visited opened my eyes to the stories that buildings tell. I remember standing in front of the [insert famous landmark] and feeling this overwhelming connection. It was like the structure itself was alive, whispering tales of its history."
Vegas nodded, captivated. "That's a great perspective. What do you like most about architecture?"
"I love how it allows me to create spaces that people can truly connect with," Pete replied, his voice tinged with passion. "Designing something that not only looks beautiful but also serves a purpose is incredibly fulfilling. It's like giving a gift to the world. Every time I travel, I see new styles and ideas that inspire me to push my boundaries.
As Pete spoke, Vegas leaned forward, genuinely captivated by his words. He found himself drawn to Pete's passion for architecture, realizing that they shared a similar fervor for creativity and design. Hereally gets it, Vegas thought, listening intently as Pete described how travel had shaped his appreciation for buildings and their stories.
Kinn, sitting beside Vegas, wore a knowing smile, clearly aware of the connection forming between his brother and Pete. The two exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Kinn's expression reflected pride and encouragement as if he recognized the spark igniting between Pete and Vegas, one that resonated deeply within both of them.
Vegas couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Pete, who articulated his love for architecture so passionately. It's refreshing to meet someone who sees beyond the surface, he mused, appreciating how Pete's enthusiasm mirrored his own.
In that moment, the atmosphere felt charged with possibility, as they all sat together, the weight of their shared interests weaving an unspoken bond.
Kinn turned to Pete with an encouraging smile. "Hey, why don't you show us your project? I'd love to see what you've been working on."
Pete's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he pulled out his portfolio. "Sure! I'd be happy to." As he flipped through the pages, explaining each design, Vegas couldn't help but admire the way Pete's passion illuminated his features. Vegas found himself captivated by the sparkle in Pete's eyes, bright and expressive, reflecting his genuine love for architecture. As Pete pointed out the details of his work, his excitement was palpable, drawing everyone in.
Vegas's eyes trailed over Pete, who wore a light pink sweater paired with soft blue jeans—the gentle pink hue highlighted his fair skin, adding a delicate warmth that seemed to glow from within. His lips, naturally pink and slightly fuller, framed a smile so radiant it felt like it could light up the entire room. There was a softness to his expressions, an effortless charm that only seemed to deepen with each word he spoke.
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As Pete explained his ideas, his lips curled with captivating ease, moving in a way that made Vegas's gaze linger, unable to look away. The playful curve of his smile, coupled with the subtle movement of his lips, held an allure that left Vegas completely entranced, drawn in by the undeniable magnetism Pete radiated without even realizing it.
Pete's smile was utterly infectious, each grin revealing dimples that added a boyish charm and warmth to his face, inviting everyone around him to lean in just a little closer. Each time his smile bloomed, it was like a soft burst of light that seemed to brighten the entire room, casting a glow that made it nearly impossible for Vegas to focus on anything else. In those moments, as Pete passionately shared his thoughts, Vegas realized just how captivating he truly was, his heart fluttering with every dimpled grin.
Vegas was both impressed and mesmerized, unable to tear his gaze away from Pete. Kinn, already attuned to his cousin's reactions, noticed the way Vegas was looking at Pete, and with a knowing smile, he gave a small cough to break the moment. Vegas jolted slightly, catching Kinn's raised eyebrows, and immediately tried to mask his interest, but it was too late—the spark in his eyes had already given him away.
Now self-conscious, Vegas shifted uncomfortably, a mix of curiosity and confusion filling his mind. What is it about Pete? he wondered. There was something undeniably magnetic in Pete's presence that drew him in, leaving Vegas unexpectedly captivated and intrigued by every word, every glance, and every smile.
As the meeting wrapped up, Kinn and Porsche exchanged pleased smiles, clearly impressed with Pete's presentation. Vegas leaned forward, his tone both warm and professional, "You're good at what you do, Pete, You can start at our office next week. Kinn will fill you in on the details."
Pete's face lit up, and he turned to Vegas, meeting his gaze with a sincere, "Thank you." He quickly added, "Thank you, Kinn," but his eyes kept drifting back to Vegas.
Noticing, Porsche grinned and nudged Pete. "Hey, Pete, Kinn is here, not over there!" he teased, making Pete stammer, his cheeks flushing as he mumbled, "Sorry..."
Vegas smirked, Kinn chuckled, and Porsche watched in amusement. Pete felt completely undone by the embarrassment, his face warm as they all exchanged glances.
