Thai BL- One Shots

accidental marriage

Gemini, the epitome of privilege, stretched languidly on the silk sheets, the morning sun a cruel intrusion on his carefully curated darkness. Another day, another soul-crushing board meeting looming, another social event to endure with a forced smile plastered on his face. Life as the heir to the Titichoenrak fortune was a gilded cage, suffocating in its own opulence.

His father, a man who built an empire on ruthlessness and ambition, had always had a plan for Gemini. A plan that involved a strategic marriage, a union that would further solidify the Titichoenrak dynasty. Gemini, however, had other plans. Namely, to spend his days indulging in every hedonistic whim imaginable, a modern-day Roman emperor ruling over his own personal empire of pleasures.

The news of the arranged marriage landed like a thunderclap. His father, his voice a low growl, had informed him with chilling clarity: "This is not a request, Gemini. It's an order." The woman in question, heiress to a rival conglomerate, was beautiful, accomplished, and utterly uninteresting.

Gemini envisioned a life of forced smiles, stilted conversations, and the crushing weight of expectation.
Rebellion, of course, was futile. His father's word was law. So, Gemini prepared for the inevitable with a mixture of dread and a simmering resentment. He would endure. He would play the part expected of him. But beneath the façade of obedience, a rebellious spirit stirred, a silent promise to find a way to escape this gilded cage, even if it meant breaking free from the chains of his own destiny.

The wedding planner, a woman who could have rivaled a hurricane in sheer force of personality, was mid-rant about the "untenable situation" of the floral arrangements. "Hydrangeas, darling! Not these anemic lilies! They're... tragically last season." Gemini, zoned out, was idly tracing patterns on the silk tablecloth. He was supposed to be discussing honeymoon destinations with his fiancée, a woman who seemed more interested in the intricacies of diamond grading than his company.

Suddenly, a frantic shriek pierced the air. "Mr. Titichoenrak! You are legally married!"

Gemini blinked, startled. "Married? To who?"

The wedding planner, her face a mask of horror, waved a piece of paper in the air. "This… this marriage license! You signed it! Two years ago!"

Gemini snatched the document, his eyes widening. It was indeed a marriage license, bearing his signature in a scrawl that could only be described as "drunken and panicked." The date, however, was two years prior, a hazy blur in his memory. He vaguely recalled a particularly wild bachelor party, a late-night karaoke session, and a regrettable decision involving a vending machine and a questionable tattoo.

Chaos erupted. The fiancée fainted. The wedding planner began hyperventilating. Gemini, meanwhile, was experiencing a unique blend of panic and amusement. "Married? To who?" he repeated, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and a strange sense of morbid curiosity.

"I, uh, I don't believe that information is readily available," stammered the wedding planner, her voice catching. "It's… confidential."

Gemini, however, was not easily deterred. He was a Titichoenrak. He got what he wanted. And right now, he wanted answers. And maybe a stiff drink.

"Find out," he commanded, his voice regaining its usual arrogant edge. "Find out who I'm married to. And while you're at it, find me a lawyer who specializes in… uh… annulments. And maybe a therapist."

He sank back into the chair, the absurdity of the situation finally sinking in. Married. To someone. To someone he didn't even know. The Titichoenrak dynasty, it seemed, was about to take a very unexpected turn.

Gemini, pale and shaken, recounted the debacle to his cousin, Phuwin. "Married! To some… some stranger! It's a nightmare!"

Phuwin, ever the voice of reason, raised an eyebrow. "Calm down, Gem. Maybe it was a drunken mistake. You know how you get when you mix tequila and karaoke."