TITLE: Mine, Professor GENRE: Dark Romance • Mafia • Forbidden Love • Possessive Love • University • Secret Identity SETTING: Bangkok, Thailand TROPE: Mafia King × Professor Student × Professor Obsession × Forbidden Love STORY SUMMARY: At only twenty years old, Joong Archen rules one of the most feared mafia empires in Bangkok. No one has ever seen the true face of the man controlling the city's underground world. To the public, he is nothing more than a rumor... a shadow whispered about in fear. Cold, calculating, and ruthless, Joong never allows emotions to control him. Until the day he sees Professor Dunk Natachai. Dunk is calm, intelligent, and respected by everyone at the university. At twenty-six, he is already a well-known professor and comes from a powerful family. His life is perfectly arranged - including an engagement his family has already decided for him. Joong hates that. Without hesitation, the mafia king enrolls in the same university under a false identity, hiding among ordinary students while secretly watching the man who unknowingly became his obsession. To Dunk, Joong is just another quiet student. To Joong... Dunk already belongs to him. And when someone dares to get too close to the professor... They disappear. Because the most dangerous man in Bangkok has decided only one thing: Professor Dunk Natachai is his.

Accidental texts are generally easy to forget. Accidental fantasies? Not so much. When Dunk sends a filthy, unfiltered fantasy to the wrong contact, it lands in Joong's inbox instead. He braces for disgust, maybe anger. What he gets is... curiosity. And an answer. What starts as one awkward, dangerous exchange turns into a game of late-night messages, shared secrets, and escalating dares neither of them can stop. But as their conversations turn hotter-and riskier-they'll have to decide: is this just about desire, or are they falling into something deeper... and far more dangerous than either of them planned? Au relationship: JoongDunk 24 chapters and 1 epilogue Completed

Darker Book Description (Possession • Abduction • Psychological Horror Romance) Joong Archen didn't just escape prison. He dragged his world with him- his violent inner circle of killers and loyal monsters... and the only person he refuses to live without: Dunk Natachai - the chairman's son. His obsession. His fixation. His chosen captive. Dunk isn't just abducted. He's claimed. Joong stole him with the same certainty he kills: calmly, brutally, without a second thought. To Joong, Dunk is not a hostage. Not a lover. Not a man with a life outside. Dunk is property. Marked. Tracked. Owned. And Joong loves him with the kind of devotion that splits reality open: • jealous enough to kill a stranger for looking at Dunk • gentle enough to kiss Dunk's throat after hurting him • insane enough to believe Dunk was always meant to be his Now Dunk is trapped in a world where love is violence, affection is control, and safety is whatever mood Joong wakes up in. Every attempt to escape is met with tenderness twisted into terror. Every desperate plea turns into another reason for Joong to hold him tighter. Every night brings a new kind of intimacy- some forced, some wanted, all dangerous. And the worst part? Dunk is starting to feel something back. The fear. The heat. The pull. The craving for the man he should hate. The comfort in the arms of the monster he swears he'll run from. Is it survival? Is it trauma? Is it the beginning of loving the man who stole him? Or is Dunk turning into exactly what Joong always wanted- a partner in madness? Because in Joong's world, there is no escape. No freedom. No mercy. Only obsession. Only possession. Only the darkness Joong built around them both- A darkness Dunk may never crawl out of.

What a butthead? No thank you, no sorry. "Excuse me Mr I think I deserve a thank you and an apology from you." His grey eyes looked at me in disbelief. "For what?", he asked. "For being a total..", I closed the little girl's ears."For being a total jerk and arrogant bastard to me." "What did you say?", his eyes portrayed icy arctic coldness. "I said the truth, you jerk." "You don't want to mess with me, man.", his voice was deadly yet low. I let out a mock chuckle."You are talking as if you're the king of the world. Your ego can't go higher, can it? Who are you anyway?"

Under the soft golden glow of a chandelier, stood a boy with dark, expressive eyes and a quiet, mysterious presence. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt, the fabric flowing like liquid moonlight against his skin. His fingers traced absent patterns on the wooden railing of the staircase, as if lost in thought. The moment he lifted his gaze, their eyes met. Joong felt something shift inside him. A strange, electric pull-subtle, but undeniable. The boy didn't look away. If anything, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze, as if he had been expecting Joong to notice him. As if he already knew him. Phuwin nudged Joong's side. "Hey, you okay? You're staring." Joong blinked, shaking himself from the trance. "Who's that?" Phuwin followed his gaze and let out a small chuckle. "That's Dunk Natachai. He's different, man. Doesn't talk much, keeps to himself. But there's something about him... I don't know. Some people say he's got a connection to Kimberley Cottage."

Perfect crimes don't exist. That's what Detective Joong believes - until a series of untouchable elites begin dying in "accidents." Every death is clean. Carefully designed. Every detail controlled. Every victim... deserving. No evidence. No witnesses. No mistakes. Assigned to the case under his brilliant superior chief, Detective Dunk, Joong quickly becomes the department's sharpest weapon. Young. Intelligent. Too perceptive for his own good. But as the investigation deepens, Joong starts noticing something strange. Tiny inconsistencies. Patterns no one else sees. Clues that feel less like oversights... and more like invitations. A game. A test. A confession hidden in plain sight. The closer Joong gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes - not just for the killer, but for his own heart. Because falling for someone while hunting a monster is one thing. Finding out you're carrying his child? That changes everything. And when the final choice comes justice or love someone is bound to burn. "Turn me in and I'll still look at you like you're the only thing I've ever wanted." ‼️MPREG‼️

"My boyfriend will pay" "Fine, Bring me a checkbook. How much does my boyfriend owe?" "50 thousands Bhat" "W...Where are we going?" "Relax. I'm just curious if you don't really recognize me? people don't usually claim me as their boyfriend especially after knowing my name" "So... you're not here to arrest me or sell my organs?" "No! but have s3x with me for a night and consider it as part of the repayment plan" "Huh? "You still need a way to pay me, don't you? And I just wanted to check something"

JOONGDUNK AU Joong, a top BL actor with a reputation for his talent and cold, unapproachable attitude, has driven away every potential co-star....No one dares to work with him or wants to, Until he met a mysterious boy who's radiant charm and ethereal presence make him seem like a prince straight from the moon....or did he really came from the moon?

broody vampire Joong meets his new fledgling Dunk JoongDunk centric. PondPhuwin supporting the plot angst, fluff and humour

What happens when two rival master thieves steal a diamond, only to realize the real prize is a stolen forever neither of them expected but are unwilling to lose? Joong and Dunk are the untouchable phantoms of the underworld-solo operators driven by arrogance, lethal precision, and a fiercely competitive pride. But a chaotic collision over the same multi-million dollar vault forces these two dangerous predators into a volatile, adrenaline-fueled alliance just to survive the fallout. As the deadliest manhunt in Bangkok's history tightens its grip, their razor-sharp banter and intense rivalry ignite into a raw, consuming heat that rewrites all their rules. In a world where trust is a liability and every shadow holds a threat, defending the love they've stolen might demand a sacrifice neither is prepared to make.