A prince is cursed to fall in love with the first person he touches. He thinks he's safe... until an enemy warrior grabs his hand.

Four heirs. Four families. Bound by blood, power, and dangerously tangled hearts. Perth has spent his entire life making sure no one else could ever have Santa, ruining careers, burying threats, whispering "I'd tear the world apart before I let you go." Santa still thinks it's just devotion. Until Perth's hands slide under his shirt and he realizes safety was always a pretty cage. William claims he and Est are just best friends. But everyone knows who leaves bruises on Est's throat, who kisses him like a promise and a threat. Est laughs it off, and then moans when William proves exactly who he belongs to. In this house, love isn't gentle. It's possessive, twisted, hungry. And once they've claimed each other, there's no escape. Because if they can't have each other they'll make sure no one else ever does.

It might have started as a game for Jun but what if his feelings had changed through the time? Or, Jun's side of the ThamePo story except he got serious...