What starts as a harmless game of "Seven minutes in heaven" at a party quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Pond thought Phuwin was shy, easy to fluster, someone he could tease for fun. But behind the soft smiles lies a side of Phuwin no one expected confident, daring, and devastatingly addictive. Seven minutes was all it took to ruin Pond. Now there's no time limit, no rules, and no escape.

- Mine by Force. - Delusion? No, It's Manifestation. ------------- 🌼 He's untouchable. A mafia king with blood on his hands and calm in his voice. No one knows where he lives. No one knows where he goes. But I do. Because I'm Joong-22, dangerously in love, and just a little too good at internet stalking. I found him through a number plate. Tracked him down through Google Street View. Showed up at secret parties, shady warehouses, and mafia dens... with coffee and a smile. Everyone says he's the monster in the dark. But I think he just needs a hug. Or maybe a kiss. Or maybe to be mine. Too bad he thinks I'm an idiot. Worse-he might be right. But even a mafia lord can't hide from a boy with Wi-Fi, romantic delusions, and zero sense of fear. 

phuwinpond ff..😶‍🌫️ Arranged marriage...

a fix-it fic in which instead of yotha showing up behind pipo, newton suddenly appeared instead

Gemini has literally 0% luck in Love, so he decided not to entertain anyone anymore and focus more on his habit of painting different places, but one day he had a change of heart. "What if I tried to paint people?" he thought to himself But what he started to paint was not someone he knew but someone he wished he knew. My Fictional Boyfriend is a FourthGemini Taglish AU where Gemini started painting his ideal partner, but what will happen if one day his painting becomes reality?

Their palace is cracking, their songs dimming. The extended family-aunts, cousins, children-live like parasites, powerless without the three brothers and their parents. Whispers curl through the halls: What if the dynasty is ending? What if the songs go silent forever? Only Dunk, Phuwin, and Gemini still carry the true siren voice. And that's why the burden is on them: to hunt, to bring fresh offerings of human life back into the trench, to feed not just themselves but dozens of withering kin. It's not cruelty. It's survival. Without blood, their voices wither. Without their voices, they die. For decades, they've done this. On land, they erected a shadow empire: faceless corporations, glittering towers, luxury estates. The world whispers of their wealth, their danger, but no one knows who they are. Criminals vanish. Drifters disappear. The dynasty thrives.

'He thought he was just there to serve tea. Not tail.' 📚 World Setup- The kingdom of Velcrist is ruled by a centuries-old beastkin monarchy. Humans and beastkin coexist, but their customs differ wildly. Beastkin traditions-especially those around mating, courting, and status-are elaborate, ancient, and often ridiculous. Most humans think they're just outdated rituals. The royal family is composed of high-ranking beastkin-each descended from powerful, semi-divine ancestral lines. Dunk, the youngest prince, is a panther beastkin with a temper, a crown, and a very... selective mating instinct. He's seen as cold and untamable. Until Joong. ---- 🎭 Main Characters: 👑 Dunk- Beastkin prince. Panther line. Sharp-tongued, terrifying in battle, bored of royal life. Emotionally constipated but romantically intense. Scent-marking Joong without realizing it's not normal. ☕ Joong- Human. Hired as Dunk's personal butler. Just wants to keep his job, drink tea, and not die. Snarky, unshakable, oddly good at handling beastkin politics. Has no idea he's being courted.

Prologue "In class, he teaches international theories. After dark, he decides who lives or dies." Dunk Methakawin isn't just a professor with a charming smile and perfect lesson plans - he's the head of one of the most dangerous Mafia syndicates in Asia. His orders topple governments. His decisions redraw bloodlines. But at this elite university, he's playing a new game - undercover, unreadable, and unbelievably close to falling for a student who barely speaks above a whisper. Joong is quiet. Brilliant. Beautiful. And completely unaware of the storm walking toward him in tailored suits and textbook references. He's just trying to pass his classes, avoid eye contact, and maybe stop blushing every time his professor says his name. Then there's Phuwin - Dunk's younger brother and second-in-command. Sharp as a blade. Silent as death. He's supposed to be watching the enemy. But he finds himself watching someone else instead: a shy, clumsy student named Pond, who might just become the one crack in Phuwin's steel armor. Four lives. Two worlds. One classroom. And zero rules when love meets power. ⸻ "He gives lectures in the day. He gives orders at night. But the heart he wants to control the most... sits quietly in the back row." 

This is a fic translated from @ppw_ppw's [F6] Touched the wrong School Boss fanfic Support the original Vietnamese version at https://www.wattpad.com/user/ppw_ppw_?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=ClaraHart987

DUNK wakes up in a strange, dystopian-futuristic society where gender isn't binary, it's a spectrum based on biology, instinct, and pheromones. And guess what? He's not just any Alpha-he's a top-tier Alpha, a rare genetic class nicknamed Prime Alphas. His pheromones? Unbearably strong. To everyone else, Dunk's natural scent is like a biohazard warning. Other Alphas flinch away. Betas get nauseous. Omegas panic. No one can be in a closed room with him without scent suppressants. It's like standing near a wildfire-you feel the heat, the danger, the dominance. People fear him. Bonding with anyone? Forget it. Even doctors can't run tests without fainting. So he lives on chemical & mechanical suppressants. But here's the punchline: Despite being built like the final boss of Alpha genetics, Dunk can't tolerate anyone else's scent either. Every pheromone triggers headaches, nausea, sensory overload. He's a walking contradiction-too powerful to connect, too sensitive to feel. Until Joong.