Crown Prince Pond was supposed to marry Prince Phumaret. Instead, he arrives at the altar holding Prince Phuwin's hand. One forbidden love. Two kingdoms on the verge of war. And a prince who finally chooses the person everyone else overlooked. ✨

Pond Naravit's life used to be simple - college, part-time work, and his best friend Dunk keeping him sane. But after one coffee collision and a strange interview with a cold-eyed CEO, his days turn anything but ordinary. Between a deal that feels too good to be true, an older boss who smiles too little, and a younger one who gets under his skin too easily, Pond finds himself caught in a quiet storm of emotions he can't quite name yet. Maybe falling doesn't always happen loudly. Sometimes, it's quiet. Sometimes... it starts with a coffee.

Five years ago, Phuwin disappeared. Not because he was weak. Not because he gave up. But because survival demanded something unforgivable. When his child was born too early - out of love from his boyfriend, his first love - still in highschool, drowning in hospital bills and threatened by men he should never have trusted, Phuwin signed a contract with a club that promised money in exchange for his freedom. It was meant to be temporary. It became a cage. His days belong to Lina - his daughter, his reason to breathe. His nights belong to the contract he cannot break. Five years stretched. And then, he appears. Pond. His first love - his supposed boyfriend, the father of his child which he never knew, the one he thought he lost forever. The one who caused his heart to shatter years ago with a cruel bet. On his birthday. A stupid celebration. A private room. Drunken laughter. "We booked someone for you. Birthday privilege." Pond didn't expect anything. Didn't want anything. And then the door opened. Phuwin stepped inside - composed, distant, professional. He looked at Pond the way he looks at every client. "Happy birthday," he said quietly. The words shattered something in Pond's chest. Because this wasn't a stranger. This was the boy he loved. The one he broke with a cruel bet. The one he's been searching for. The father of a child he never knew existed. "No," Pond said. His friends laughed, confused. "I said no." His voice was calm now. Controlled. Dangerous. "Cancel it." He wasn't refusing the booking. He was refusing to let Phuwin stand there like he belonged to anyone else. Like he belonged here - in a bar. To serve people. Not again. ♪ This story belongs to @EliseInk All the places and scenarios are entirely belonging to my story line. Any resemblance to other stories in purely unintentional and coincidence.

Pond Narawit is twenty, loud, emotional, hopelessly passionate about dance, and far too young to understand marriage-or at least that's what everyone thinks. Phuwin is older, calmer, already worn down by adulthood and responsibility. After years of living for work, though once he had a wild teenage, he agrees to an arranged marriage that was supposed to be simple, practical, and emotionless. But nothing about Pond is simple. What begins as an awkward marriage between two strangers slowly turns into something neither of them expected: subway rides shared in sleepy silence, quiet dinners after exhausting days, late-night conversations, trembling first touches, and a love that grows not through grand confessions, but through care-through staying. While Pond chases his final dream on the dance stage, Phuwin finds himself pulled into the chaotic warmth of a boy who loves too loudly, cares too much, and slowly teaches him how to be loved without conditions. Yet between them lies a seven-year age gap, unfinished pasts, insecurities, jealousy, and the constant fear that their marriage was built too early, too fast, too unfairly. But somewhere between dance practices, shared mornings, and the quiet intimacy of domestic life, they begin to discover something terrifyingly beautiful ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblance to other stories is just coincidental. Do be kind and support it.

Somewhere in a small but strong village in 1940s, it took place. Pond didn't marry for love. He married because the next head of the village needed a partner. To secure his position. To prove he was ready. To give an heir. Phuwin was chosen for him. A quiet boy. No history. No resistance. Disciplined enough. Easy enough. Perfect. Head bowed. Phuwin knew what this marriage meant. He knew what was expected of him. He knew what his body could never give. He knew he could not give birth. And still- he said nothing. Because saying the truth would end everything. And silence- was safer than losing the only place he had left. But things started to look out of context when Pond spoke too careful around him, too soft - too awkward, when Phuwin knew the position of the brides in the head family is to be just bound to their husbands. Just, obedient partners. Just, heir bearers. Just, an ornament to be kept beside while running the village. ♪ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♪ Warnings: emotional distress, forced roles, power imbalance, infertility themes, explicit cultural expectations. ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblance to existing stories, characters, or events is purely coincidental. I do not mean to disrespect or misinterpret any people's characters while writing the story. I do not intend to harm, offend, or disrespect any person, group, or community. This work is entirely fictional and created for literary purposes. Read it with an open mind.

"I never wanted to be your enemy, Pond. I just wanted to be the person you could rest against. The one who made things easier." "Then why didn't you tell me? Why did you let it get this far?" "And maybe you shouldn't have doubted me before everything came down," Five years ago, Pond and Phuwin stood face to face-hearts full of unspoken feelings, just seconds away from something more. But before they could cross the line from friendship to love, Phuwin disappeared without a word, leaving Pond with silence... and a shattered heart. Now he's back. But they're no longer just two boys with a past-they're the center of a shocking arranged marriage neither of them saw coming. The air between them is heavier than ever-thick with tension, buried wounds, and feelings that never died. Can they survive the secrets, family pressure, and years of heartbreak long enough to find the truth? Or will their second chance slip through their fingers... just like the first? --- ⚠️ This story contains: Mpreg Heavy smut 🔞🫶🏻 Angst Slow-burn, high-stakes romance Side couples: Joong x Dunk & Gemini x Fourth 💬 This is my first story - thank you for reading & supporting! 🫶 #1- menlovemen 28/06/25, 11/08/25 #1- GeminiFourth 13/08/25 #8- b×b 06/07/25 #5-PondPhuwin 06/09/25

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