"Some people wear their pain on their sleeves. Teetee turned his into art." Teetee was the kind of man people couldn't ignore - tattooed fingers, tired eyes, and a studio hidden above an old record shop glowing under neon lights. Then Por walked in. Soft skin. Loud laughter. Too curious for his own good. What started as harmless tattoo practice slowly became something dangerous. Teetee's hands lingered too long, Por stopped pulling away, and somewhere between ink stains and midnight sessions... pretending stopped feeling fake.

From the story: ''Akk never liked flowers. At least that's what he thought, before Ayan showed up at his front door with a bunch of sunflowers wrapped in a cone made from crinkled newspapers pages. The bouquet was so big that his petite figure almost disappeared behind it.''

2ams, dusk paintings and the baggage they bring.

Earth lives by one rule & one rule alone when it comes to his sexual encounters: Find a player if you're looking to play.

Nunew is a hostage, he's been defaulting on his loan and the boss has reached his limit. It's time to pay one way or the other. It's already the worse case scenario when he's snatched up by an opposing clan. How is Nunew going to survive?

'Zee' Pruk Panich, a lonely music professor, finds himself stumbling into the life of one of his students, 'Nunew' Chawarin Perdpiriyawong. The son of a millionaire and famous bratty socialite among the music community.