Joong is a world-famous boxer - brutal in the ring, worshipped by fans, but hollow inside. He spends his days training, fighting, and bleeding under the lights, with nothing soft left in his world. Dunk is a pianist and part-time music teacher who rents a studio in the same building as Joong's gym. He doesn't follow sports, doesn't know who Joong is - only that a tired, bruised man keeps lingering by the door after practice, listening to the music he plays. At first, they're opposites: fists vs. keys, violence vs. art. Joong doesn't talk much, but Dunk starts noticing the way he always comes back, sometimes still bleeding, to sit quietly and listen. What begins as silence slowly turns into something deeper - Dunk teaching Joong music as a way to control his rage, Joong teaching Dunk about endurance and discipline. But their worlds clash when Joong's violent career threatens Dunk's quiet life. Dunk sees the man behind the fighter, and Joong starts to wonder if he can be more than just blood and fame - but the cost of being with him might destroy them both.

Four years after a painful breakup, photographer Joong unexpectedly reunites with his ex Dunk at an engagement party. Old flames reignite, but Dunk is engaged to a woman-for money, not love. Torn between family duty and true happiness, Dunk must choose: repeat his past mistakes or fight for Joong this time.

Content to live in his superstar twin's shadow, Evan Reed never expected to join the volleyball team-or fall for his brother's best friend. But one accidental collision sets off a whirlwind of spikes, secrets, and unexpected feelings that just might pull him into the spotlight for good. *** Evan has spent his entire life living in the shadow of his twin brother and volleyball prodigy, Ethan Reed. And to be honest? He likes it there. No expectations, no pressure, just quiet. That is, until one day he trips and falls into a boy, and subsequently triggers a highly dramatic series of events that starts with him reluctantly joining the volleyball team, and ends with him dating his brother's best friend. (And unfortunately, after all of it, he's still on the volleyball team.) *** NOW COMPLETED

Dunk had always believed he'd been betrayed by the only love of his life, Joong. Now, established as a renowned chef, he lives through his recipes, trying to smother the memories with the heat of the stove and the spices that fill his routine. But fate has a bittersweet flavor. Amid pots, aromas, and memories, secrets will come to light, and the past will burn like fire in hot oil. Now, they must decide: let love rot away, or risk seasoning it again-even if it means tasting, together, the flavor of pain and redemption.

And it seems to me that I have already reread this note on the book for countless times... And how I would like not to read, but to hear these words, but ... alas. ______________________________ Gulf is 18, Mew is 43. But. No daddy-kink, no sugar daddy vibes at all. The message is quite different. And yes, Gulf is mute🥺

A new apartment. A cheap rent. A fresh start. That's all Dunk Natachai wanted after his breakup. But the neighbors aren't just strange - they're unsettling. Smiling too wide. Watching too closely. Calling him things he never told them. And next door lives Joong Archen. A man who never leaves traces. A name whispered in FBI files. A ghost who shouldn't exist. Dunk's best friend swears it's safe. Dunk wants to believe him. But when the walls feel too thin, the hallways too quiet, and the neighbors too interested... He realizes he didn't move into a home. He stepped into a cage.

Phayu the alpha of the Storm Clan and Rain an omega of the Wynd clan have been arranged to be married by the Arch clan led by Pakin. Meanwhile it's been decreed that Sky the honorary omega of the Storm Clan will marry Prapai the Alpha and future leader of the Wynd Clan.

Translated story! [𝘈 𝘋𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭] In order to advance his career, Dunk Natachai Boonpraset married Joong Archen Aydin, a man who was younger than him by a little over eight years. Since he didn't want to lead the kid astray, Dunk upgraded to a serious post-marriage lifestyle that did not involve any gambling, one-night-stands, or friends with benefits. In order to obtain the chance of entering into school, Joong married Dunk whom he had always respected while growing up. After a while, Joong realized that his respected Dunk wasn't exactly honest and great, but he discovered that too late. His fetus heart has already fallen too deep. First marriage then love, fluff that surrounds daily lives. A story about the two mutually guiding each other towards love. -Agegap! |All credits to the real owner....|

"Careful, Dunk. If you chase him any harder, people might start thinking you're the one who wants to be taken." The room went silent. Dunk's face turned a shade of crimson that wasn't from the wine. He was the Top. He was the Heir. He didn't submit. He stormed out to the terrace, only to find Joong leaning against the railing, having a glass of wine. "You should stop," Joong said quietly, not looking at him. "Stop what? Buying you things? "What is it?" Dunk demanded, his composure finally snapping. "I've given you everything. I've made it clear I want you. Why won't you just give in?" "Listen, I appreciate the gestures, but I'm not interested. I never asked for this, never wanted and still don't want any of it" Joong replied in a calm tone. Dunk leaned in, voice low. "You don't know what you want, Joong." Joong smiled. "Maybe I do. Maybe I've just never wanted anyone enough to chase them. And I certainly don't want to be someone's trophy." Then he walked away leaving Dunk to his ego and thoughts Dunk's breath hitched and his eyes narrowed. No one talked to him like that. No one. For the first time, he felt a hunger he had never felt, He felt... vulnerable. And to his horror, he loved it.

In the cold, blue flicker of the Archen surveillance suite, Joong doesn't see a city to rule; he sees a single man to worship. His finger trembles as he pauses the feed on Dr. Dunk-the only light in his sterile, violent world. He recalls the day he watched Dunk cradle a stranger's child in the hospital, a moment of pure grace that shattered Joong's hollow heart. To capture that light, Joong didn't just stalk; he engineered a tragedy. He sat in his car gripped a blade, and methodically sliced his own arm, bleeding just enough to ensure that when he stumbled into the ER, he would be the only thing Dunk had to save. He built a fortress of mirrors and cameras to keep the "Saint" safe, but he never realized that by inviting Dunk into his cage, he was the one handing over the keys.