Atrament (n): the ink of desire - dark, unerasable, and written on the soul. Phuwin Tangsakyuen is a model-fierce, untouchable, and independent. Pond Naravit is a mafia heir - obsessed. Ruthless and manipulative. When obsession becomes a hunt, can the untouchable survive-or will desire leave its permanent mark? ✨ Pond x Phuwin AU 🐻🐼🚩

Series Title: Hearts Entwined: A Love Against All Odds Book 1: Betting on Love - GeminiFourth Gemini is a wealthy and carefree playboy, Gemini, has seen the calm Fourth at many business parties and occasions. Their dynamic is full of greetings and professional chat until Gemini bets to his friends, that he can make Fourth, who is engaged to the love of his life, fall for him. What starts as playful rivalry evolves into unexpected emotions, causing Fourth to question his feelings and his engagement. Their journey leads them to discover a profound love they never anticipated.

TITLE: Mine, Professor GENRE: Dark Romance • Mafia • Forbidden Love • Possessive Love • University • Secret Identity SETTING: Bangkok, Thailand TROPE: Mafia King × Professor Student × Professor Obsession × Forbidden Love STORY SUMMARY: At only twenty years old, Joong Archen rules one of the most feared mafia empires in Bangkok. No one has ever seen the true face of the man controlling the city's underground world. To the public, he is nothing more than a rumor... a shadow whispered about in fear. Cold, calculating, and ruthless, Joong never allows emotions to control him. Until the day he sees Professor Dunk Natachai. Dunk is calm, intelligent, and respected by everyone at the university. At twenty-six, he is already a well-known professor and comes from a powerful family. His life is perfectly arranged - including an engagement his family has already decided for him. Joong hates that. Without hesitation, the mafia king enrolls in the same university under a false identity, hiding among ordinary students while secretly watching the man who unknowingly became his obsession. To Dunk, Joong is just another quiet student. To Joong... Dunk already belongs to him. And when someone dares to get too close to the professor... They disappear. Because the most dangerous man in Bangkok has decided only one thing: Professor Dunk Natachai is his.

Final-year medical students Pond, Joong, and William have exactly three goals: survive their last year, graduate with whatever remains of their sanity, and avoid getting publicly humiliated by their professors. Unfortunately, the hospital has other plans. Enter Dr. Phuwin Tangsakyuen, the cardiothoracic fellow whose face should probably be classified as a workplace hazard. Alongside him are Dr. Dunk Natachai, who knows everyone's business before they do, and Dr. Est Supha, who runs on caffeine, surgical skill, and questionable decision-making. With two days in cardiothoracic surgery, two days in neonatal medicine, and two days in general surgery, the students are trapped in an endless cycle of rounds, lectures, surgeries, night shifts, and increasingly suspicious eye contact. Pond is definitely not staring at Dr. Phuwin. Joong definitely has his life under control. William definitely isn't babysitting two grown adults. Nobody is developing feelings. Nobody is making bad decisions. Nobody is one inconvenience away from a complete emotional breakdown. As friendships blur into something far more complicated, hospital gossip spreads faster than medical records, scents become impossible to ignore, and six people discover that medicine can explain a lot of things. Hearts, unfortunately, are not one of them.

Some confessions are never meant to be heard. Joong Archen doesn't believe in God, doesn't believe in fate, and certainly doesn't believe in sitting inside a church confession box on a Saturday afternoon - but his parents don't give him much of a choice. He expects silence. He expects boredom. He doesn't expect to hear the boy from his university pour his entire heart out to a priest who isn't there. Dunk Natachai has been carrying a secret for three years - a name he whispers only to himself and his friends, a feeling he tucked away behind hospital appointments and borrowed time. He has six months left, and a heart that was always too full in more ways than one. What begins as one stolen confession unravels into an unexpected friendship, quiet Sunday mornings, borrowed laughter, and a love that neither of them planned for. But time has always been the cruelest variable - and six months is both everything and nowhere near enough. Some people come into your life like a prayer. And some prayers, no matter how hard you hold them, have an expiry date.

Fourth Nattawat. Twenty-seven years old. CEO of NT Holdings. People say he is the most beautiful-pretty yet handsome-and cold man they have ever seen. He has been in the business world for eight years, ruling it with quiet authority. No one has ever seen him smile... except his family-and his son, his world-Aston Tithicharoenrak, a fourteen-year-old boy. Aston is the sunshine in Fourth's colorless life. But every darkness hides a truth within it. Every coldness has a reason behind it. And for Fourth Nattawat, that reason is known to no one outside his family. To the world, this man is perfect. But behind that perfection lie years of careful practice, of walls built slowly and deliberately. But what is he hiding? Will anyone ever uncover the truth... or will it remain buried in the darkness forever?

At Aureline University, people like them don't usually belong. Not in buildings named after billionaires. Not at invitation-only parties hidden above the city. Not in hallways filled with students who wear power like perfume. But this year is different. A new batch of transfer students arrives on campus under circumstances nobody fully understands, and suddenly Aureline feels smaller than it used to. Friend groups shift. Rumors spread faster. People start paying attention to the wrong things. Especially the wrong people. Diesel. Style. Atom. Warich. Boys everyone knows about long before meeting them. And somehow, despite every warning, Day, Fadel, Tinn, and Tan keep ending up in their orbit. Maybe it's coincidence. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe some disasters are impossible to avoid. Because somewhere between late-night conversations, reckless decisions, crowded dorm rooms, and the kind of secrets nobody says out loud, things begin changing too quickly for anyone to stop them. At Aureline, appearances matter. Reputations matter more. And love? Love is the easiest thing to lie about. Afterall, love is easy. It's trust that ruins people.

"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

"IT'S A PHUWINPOND STORY." In a world built on legacy, contracts, and names that carry more weight than the people who inherit them, two lives quietly collide under circumstances neither of them chose. Pond moves through life like he's trying not to disturb it-soft-spoken, careful, always a step back from taking up too much space. He smiles easily, but never lingers where he feels like he doesn't belong. Phuwin, on the other hand, exists in precision and silence-controlled, composed, and far too used to keeping everything exactly where it should be. When their worlds overlap, nothing about it feels simple. Not the distance between them. Not the way conversations stop short. Not the way presence alone begins to mean more than words ever do. Surrounded by people who see too much, say too little, and understand far more than they should, both of them are forced to navigate something that doesn't fit neatly into expectations or arrangements. Some things are written down. Some things are carefully agreed upon. And some things begin quietly-without permission, without warning, and without ever asking to be noticed.

Nothing much... just pure, unfiltered trauma. #darkromance #sensualcontent