"Don't you want to know if it's poisoned or not, Wongravee?" "Why don't you try it first, Hirunkit?" Sky Wongravee is a former street fighter who clawed his way out of the dirt. He's quiet and guarded, protecting an empire built on grit. But behind his calm face, he's hiding a secret his enemies never saw coming. Across from him is Nani Hirunkit, the psychopathic heir to an empire he was born to rule. While Sky is the grit, Nani is the polish. They are the two forces leading Bangkok, locked in a rivalry where the only thing more dangerous than the war is the truth Sky is desperate to keep buried. ⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, (smut) heavy trauma, strong language, violence, and toxic dynamics.

As a doctor, Nani Hirunkit had learned not to get attached to his patients. They came and went, leaving behind charts, memories, and eventually empty hospital beds. But one patient was different. He was kind and gentle, strangely fond of folding paper into little rings, and always seemed to have something he wanted to say but never did. Their conversations became something the doctor quietly looked forward to, until one day, the hospital room was left empty. All that remained were the paper rings he had made.

One snuck into the palace gardens at seven. The other, at eight, was the kingdom's chaotic prince, a blur of motion darting away from guards as he had done a hundred times before. He didn't expect to find anyone in the dirt and tangled bushes of his private playground, but there they were, two children meeting in the dirt. What started as a secret friendship became the Prince's only source of comfort. For years, Nani was his world. Through every hidden meeting, the bond deepened into something aching and profound. It was years of yearning, years of holding each other in the dark, until Nani became the Prince's entire heart, his first friend, his only lover, and his peace, and the kingdom accepted, moreover cherished the bond between the young boys. Then, the dream broke. Nani disappeared. There was no struggle, no letter, and no trace left behind in the dirt where they once played. The Prince, who spent his life running away from his crown, finally found a reason to wear it, and he vowed he would use every ounce of his power to find the one person who made the palace feel like home.

Some targets are meant to fall. Some feelings are meant to be buried. Sky Wongravee knows this. Nani Hirunkit knows this too. Sky carries an empire on his shoulders .. built by blood, sweat and generations of Wongravee men who never once looked back. At 27 he has everything. Power. Wealth. Respect that borders on fear. Everything except love. Not that he ever looked for it. Nani lives simply. Librarian by day. Assassin by night .. a sniper whose hands never shake and whose aim never misses. His world is clean, uncomplicated and exactly how he likes it. Love is overrated. He decided that a long time ago. Then someone handed Nani a file. A name. A photograph. A target. Sky Wongravee. What was supposed to be just another job becomes the one thing neither of them planned for. Because how do you pull the trigger on the one person.. Who somehow aimed straight at your heart first??

The Federation's strongest weapon is breaking. Commander Sky Wongravee - a Triple-S Alpha - burns everything in his path. No Omega can survive him. No system can contain him. Until one does. Nani Hirunkit wasn't sent to save him. He was sent to control him. A rare Omega. A living conduit. A solution the Federation never intended to explain. But some power cannot be suppressed. Some instincts refuse to obey. And when fire finally meets something it recognizes- it doesn't calm. It chooses. In a world where bonds are weaponized and loyalty is conditional, the question is no longer who belongs to who- but what happens when a monster learns restraint... for only one person.

"Nani, Nani, bro!" "Hey! Wake up!" "Fuck! What is it?" He was about to go back to sleep since his friends isn't answering then he heard a voice, "Should I ask someone to get you ready or you get up on your own?" He got up quickly when he heard it, because this guy isn't joking when he said those. He even answered, "Chill, okay? I already got up. See? No need to get someone" he chuckled nervously and look around. His friends are already gone. Of course they are, those shits won't have his back in this situation. He again showed a forced smile and began to move towards the bathroom.

Sky and Nani were never taught to hate each other - they were born into it. For generations, their families have been enemies, bound by a feud so old that no one remembers how it began. Hatred became tradition, and they followed it without question. But everything changes when they discover the one truth that should never exist: their siblings are in love. Forced to choose between inherited hatred and the people they love most, Sky and Nani are pushed into an uneasy alliance. As they protect a love that threatens to shatter their families, old beliefs begin to crack, secrets surface, and the line between enemy and ally slowly blurs. In a war they never chose, Sky and Nani must decide whether to continue a legacy of hate-or be brave enough to break it.

As the only Omega heir of the Four Fang Alliance, Nani Hirunkit is untouchable-protected by power, intelligence, and the unwavering loyalty of his Alpha friends. He doesn't need a mate. He doesn't want one. But his mere existence draws the eyes of every Alpha who dares to claim him. Yet amidst the growing tension, one presence unsettles him the most-a wolf unlike any he has ever encountered. Powerful. Unyielding. Dangerous. Sky Wongravee. Their paths were never meant to cross, yet fate has other plans. Because for the first time, Nani's wolf recognizes a mate. And this time, running may not be an option.

In the real world, they were just dolls. Neona dangling from Nani's bag like a good luck charm. Smyle, with a crooked little grin always clutched in Sky's arms during fan meets. They weren't real. They weren't supposed to be. Until one morning... They were. Sky woke up first, groggy and jet-lagged, still wrapped in the scent of stage lights and flight pillows. Nani shifted beside him, breathing soft against the curve of his shoulder. The house was quiet. Too quiet. No alarms. No callsheets. No manager knocking. Just the faint sound of- Tiny footsteps. A whispered voice. A knock at the door. Then- "Pho? Pa? ...Did you forget to kiss us today?" Two little boys. Standing in the doorway. Wearing Sanrio pajamas. Holding onto stuffed toys. The boys remember everything. The morning cuddles, the kisses, the bedtime stories. But Sky and Nani remember none of it. The dolls were gone. And they were calling them Pa and Pho.

Sweet like strawberries. Dangerous like cigarettes. Together, utterly addictive. Nani's first job at one of Bangkok's top fashion houses should've been the start of his adult life - routine, responsibility, and a paycheck. Instead, it comes with Sky: The ridiculously strict CEO...his boss, possibly the biggest pain in his ass . One drunken night blurs into forbidden reality, and suddenly Nani finds himself caught between sweet temptation and a chaos he can't resist. ----------------------------------------------------------------