Resurgence: To rise again after a period of decline. We do not owe the characters in the story. Just the idea that interested us. We hope you like it. Main Characters: YinWar Side characters: TayNew OffGun KristSingto There is a Mature Rating because one of the characters' thoughts of suicide occurs at the beginning. If you are thinking about suicide, please check out the International Association for Suicide Prevention at www.iasp.info to find help.

War is the club's most sought-after golf instructor-gorgeous, confident, and infamous for the extra services he offers... but he lives by one rule: never give himself to the same person twice. Yin only wants one night with someone who understands what he needs. But when they meet, a simple arrangement turns into a connection neither of them planned for-and one night suddenly feels like not enough. This is a Yinwar BDSM AU. This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations are entirely fictional and are not intended to represent or resemble any real people.

what if a kid call your husband "Dada"? who's exactly look likes your husband ⚠️ Content Warning & Disclaimer ⚠️ This story is a work of fiction and has no connection to the real actors, people, or events. The characters, relationships, and scenarios are created purely for storytelling purposes. Some scenes in this novel may include: Emotional highs and lows Mentions of male pregnancy, family trauma, and mental stress Age-gap dynamics (all characters are of legal age) Elements of the Omegaverse genre (heat/rut/scenting, etc.) Please read with awareness and take care of your emotional boundaries. Not every chapter will be soft. Some will sting, some will make you laugh, and some may hurt but every word is written with heart. ❤️ Thank you for choosing to read this story. I hope you enjoy the chaos, the healing, and the love along the way, ➣With love, the author This is a work of fiction. All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or repost without permission <3

When breaking hearts becomes a hobby and Karma hits you back in the most unexpected way possible... Yin Anan Wong, the resident Mr. Popular who enjoys breaking girls' hearts as a hobby unfortunately picked on the wrong target to add to his collection. Hence, War Wanarat Ratsameerat, the resident school nerd decides to take the matter into his own hands thinking that vengeance is definitely a MUST...

A collection of my YinWar oneshots 🩷 Each chapter is its own little universe - tiny worlds, fleeting moments and all the feelings in between ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

At the Imperial Academy, a determined commoner crosses paths with a guarded young heir whose heart was silenced long ago. In the quiet hours between lessons and whispered promises under moonlit skies, they discover a love neither dared to hope for. But the world beyond the palace walls is ruthless, and their bond is tested by betrayal, duty, and secrets that could tear them apart. . . . . . .

"You forgetting something?" Yin murmured, voice low and cleanly lethal. "I'm your husband." War's pulse jumped. He forced a grin. "Yeah, on paper." "I'm your husband," Yin said evenly. "On paper or not. And I can show you exactly what that means, right here, if you're confused." "What, you gonna bend me over the washing machine now?" His voice came out too thin, trying for sardonic and landing somewhere closer to pleading. "Tempting." Yin's lips curved into a slow, dark smile. "But a delicate thing like you couldn't take me dry and live to brag about it." ------------ Or, War has spent his whole life being told he was a disgrace. Now his family is parading him down the aisle like a prize - all because the heir to the Wong family happens to like men too. Yin Wong is polished, calculating, and so sinfully gorgeous it feels like a personal vendetta. He also treats their wedding like a merger, their marriage like a chore. And War hates him for it. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit.

Yin is the popular boy of the school, cold, unreadable, impossible to reach. War is the kind of person no one notices, silent, solitary, impossible to shake. They were never meant to cross paths. Yet the more they collide, the closer the disaster follows. Because some catastrophe don't destroy you at once, they ruin you slowly, beautifully. *** Contains mature content, explicit language. This is my own work. I do not own or copy anyone's story, and any similarities are purely coincidental. This story is purely fiction. It has nothing to do with the actors.

Yin was raised to believe War's family destroyed his own. Trained as a weapon and guided by his uncle's whispers, he moves close to War with one purpose-revenge. Yet the closer he gets, the more the truth blurs... and the more dangerous his own heart becomes. War meets Yin with the same playful arrogance, but behind his smile hides something else- a quiet fear, a buried longing, a grief he refuses to name. When a forgotten past starts to bleed into the present, desire twists with danger, and trust becomes a gamble neither can afford. In the shadows between lies and love... they find each other again where hate ends-and want begins.

•Coming Soon• | 𝗬𝗶𝗻𝗪𝗮𝗿 𝗔𝗨 ➜𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐫𝐬_𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝟎𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨. When lifelong rivals War and Yin both apply for a trendy Bangkok condo offering a permanent 40% discount for married couples, neither expects to see the other and let alone walk away pretending to be husbands. War, a chaotic full-time gamer and streamer, thinks it's the perfect scam. Yin, a meticulous freelance designer who plans every second of his day, thinks it's a nightmare but rent in Bangkok isn't cheap. Now, they are stuck sharing a home, faking romance for appearances and pretending to be the perfect couple...while their lives collide in the messiest, most hilarious ways. Can lifelong rivals survive living together or will their fake marriage turn into something more chaotic...or even real? 📍𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤🔞 ⛔️𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 🅂🅃🄰🅁🅃🄴🄳: