في مدينة أوريان، حيث لا يجرؤ النبلاء على خلع أقنعتهم إلا لمن يستحقّ الوجوه، كانت قاعة المرايا تضجّ بالموسيقى والذهب والوجوه المزيّفة. وفي إحدى ليالي الكرنفال، ظهر راقصٌ بقناعٍ أسود، يتحرّك كأنّه وُلد من الظلّ والموسيقى، وعيناه تلمعان كبريق الياقوت حين ينكسر. لم يعرفه أحد، ولم يعرف اللورد تيتي ألدريان أنّ الرقصة التي طلبها منه ستفتح بابًا إلى دمٍ قديم، واسم امرأةٍ دُفن ظلمًا، ومدينةٍ كاملة تتزيّن فوق جريمة. كان تيتي حارس القصر وسيّد القناع الأبيض، رجلًا خُلق للقانون والهيبة. وكان بور فاليريان، المعروف في القاعات باسم رافيل، راقصًا يخفي خلف قناعه وجهًا لم تصدّقه المدينة يومًا. بين رقصةٍ أولى لا تُنسى، ودمٍ يلطّخ رخام القصر، يبدأ الحبّ كهمسةٍ خطرة، ثم يصير وعدًا، ثم امتحانًا قاسيًا حين تقف الحقيقة بين قلبين: أحدهما يريد العدالة ولو احترقت المدينة، والآخر عليه أن يختار بين شرف القصر... ووجه الياقوت الذي أحبّه .

Por Suppakarn is a genius student hiding a lethal bloodline; Teetee Wanpichit is a mafia heir with a hunger for power. When their worlds collide in a dangerous dance where one wrong move means death, they soon discover that the only thing more volatile than the war between their families is the chemistry between them.

He was hired to protect Thailand's sweetheart idol. But no one warned him the sweetheart has teeth. Por is ex-military, shorter than he'd like, and assigned to guard TeeTee - the nation's beloved #1 solo singer. TeeTee is soft, tired, and drinks strawberry milk like it's a personality trait. Easy job. Except TeeTee isn't soft. Not in private. And when Por finds himself pinned down by the very person he's supposed to protect, he realizes too late: He was never the dangerous one in this room. Also featuring: 🖤 North (the scary-young-manager) x Otto (the MUA who's the only one who talks back to him) 🇨🇳 A China fanmeet + variety show appearance 🔞 That one scene where Por realizes who's really in charge 🐺 A wolf in strawberry-milk sheep's clothing Bodyguard x Idol AU • TeeTeePor • NorthOtto side couple Read at your risk. The wolf bites. 🍓 Or: Por gets out-wolfed by the wolf he was supposed to protect and somehow falls in love anyway. #1fluffandagnst - 07/07/26 #1 mandee - 02/07/26

Tee. A True-Blooded Alpha-powerful enough to make an entire pack bow, yet gentle enough to never raise a hand against an Omega. Por. An Omega-not fragile, not helpless, but clever, fearless, and carrying a heart that still believes in a love written by the moon. What happens when fate binds them together? When an Alpha who has never desired anyone meets the one soul the moon has chosen for him... and an Omega who has spent his life waiting for a love worthy of his heart finally finds his destined mate. Will destiny be enough to bring them together... or will the moon test the bond it created? 🌙 The Moon Choose Us - because some love stories are written long before two hearts ever meet. the whole story is mine so please do not copy......naaa khaa.. #TeeteePor #TheMoonChooseUs #WerewolfAU #TrueBloodAlpha #Omega #FatedMates #MoonBond #Fluffy #SweetLove #Comfort #Healing #ProtectiveAlpha #GentleAlpha #HappyEnding #Soulmates #SlowBurn #FantasyRomance #Magic #Wholesome #LoveStory #BL #Cute #Romance #MoonBlessed #DestinedLove --- notice❤️ Last but not least, all the photos used in this story do not belong to me. Full credit goes to their rightful owners and original creators. Thank you so much for giving this story a chance. I hope you'll love The Moon Choose Us just as much as you loved my first story, In Your Eyes. Your love, support, and comments mean the world to me. Happy reading! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ---

In a world ruled by instincts, ranks, and scent bonds, omega Por has spent his whole life trying to stay unnoticed. Quiet, gentle, and emotionally guarded, he never expected the cold and untouchable alpha Teetee to look at him twice. But one accidental encounter changes everything. Teetee's scent begins to linger everywhere around Por warm, possessive, and impossible to forget. As hidden feelings grow stronger and dangerous rivals begin targeting the omega connected to the powerful alpha, Por finds himself pulled deeper into Teetee's world. Beneath Teetee's calm exterior is a man willing to destroy anyone who hurts the person he loves. And beneath Por's soft heart is someone learning what it truly means to be wanted. Their bond was supposed to be temporary. Their feelings were never supposed to happen. But fate has a cruel way of turning scent into love.

Three friends. A Comm Arts student everyone finds intimidating until he starts laughing around the people he loves, a Psychology student who treats diva behaviour like a hobby and consequences like suggestions, and a sunshine Visual Arts student constantly caught between affection and absolute chaos. University was supposed to be simple. Then unfamiliar people start appearing in their lives, boundaries begin to blur, and somehow, none of them stay the same anymore.

After a painful betrayal, Por Suppakarn leaves Chiang Mai behind and starts a new chapter in Bangkok. There, he crosses paths with Teetee Wanpichit, a young CEO who seems to have everything except the one thing he truly wants. As their worlds collide, unexpected feelings begin to change both of their lives.

​One is the world's obsession. The other is his only escape. In the heart of Bangkok's drenched streets, DEXX doesn't just rule the charts, they rule the city. TeeTee the ELITE member is the group's "Visual King" whose face is plastered on every billboard from Siam Square to Sukhumvit. He is the ultimate idol: charming, untouchable, and adored by millions. ​Then there's Por. Known on college campus as the "Ice Prince," He's cold, effortlessly detached, and has zero interest in the idol industrial complex. He doesn't do "fan culture," and he definitely doesn't do drama. ​But when a desperate favor forces the Ice Prince into the orbit of T-Pop's golden boy, their two worlds collide. One lives for the spotlight; the other hides in the shadows. As TeeTee's perfect reputation begins to fracture, he finds that the only person who truly sees him is the one person who couldn't care less about his fame.

" بع لي جسدك، صر عاهري "

ليست كل الجرائم تُرتكب في الظلام... بعضها يولد في الضوء، بين مكاتب فاخرة، وأسماء عائلية لامعة، وتواقيع تبدو أنظف مما ينبغي. في هذه الرواية، الحقيقة لا تأتي صريحة. تتسلل مثل حبرٍ قديم فوق ورقة مبللة، وتختبئ بين رسمة ناقصة، ورسالة لم تُقرأ، واسمٍ صغير كان يومًا دافئًا... ثم صار مفتاحًا لبابٍ لا يريد أحد فتحه. هنا، لا يموت الماضي حين ينتهي الصراخ. يبقى في التفاصيل الصغيرة؛ في صوتٍ يتكرر داخل الذاكرة، في ظلٍّ يعبر المشهد بلا اسم، وفي يدٍ تمتد كأنها نجاة... بينما تحمل خلفها أثر الطريق إلى الفاجعة الأولى. اثنان جمعهما الألم قبل الحب أحدهما يرسم ما عجز عن قوله، والآخر يقترب كأنه أمان... بينما يحمل في صمته سرًّا قد يكسر كل شيء.