Arthit thought loving someone meant never giving up. Unfortunately, everyone-including Dao, pushed him away from his love. Now, with every door closed in his face and every attempt to get closer pushed away, Arthit must learn a painful lesson: Sometimes love means walking away.

The annual Zenith Gala, Thailand's most anticipated event, is a notorious arena where fortunes are made and lost on a series of unconventional challenges. Everything is on the table: immeasurable wealth, sprawling properties, and even human lives are bet and won. A gamble of all or nothing. Unfortunately for the sender of the invitations, they've made a grave miscalculation. They've invited the Tharathorn pack - a family whose bonds are far stronger than any wager, and whose members are about to turn the very tables of the gala on its unsuspecting host. (Or, in which the four couples gets invited to "play" - and then proceeds to absolutely humiliate everyone in the building.)

Daotak is a brilliant man who lived life on his own terms. He changed lovers like shirts, but now he is stuck. Can his old flame, Arthit, save him this time? Would he want to?

A collection of one shots and short stories centered around Arthit and Dao. Some stories are sweet, some emotional, some a little more explicit, but all of them follow their relationship and the feelings they can't seem to escape from. bxb - don't like don't read

Dao is beautiful, talented, and hiding secrets no one truly understands. On stage, he shines like a star, capturing hearts with every move. But behind that perfect image lies something far more mysterious. He sees what others cannot. He feels what others try to hide. Whispers, emotions, and unseen presences follow him wherever he goes-things no normal omega should ever experience. Arthit notices. And the closer he gets, the more he realizes Dao isn't just mysterious...A

Historical Story

Arthit has Dao but fear hasnt left him yet. He is scared and anxious, and he needs to make sure he doesnot lose Dao. little funny, little serious

Some connections are felt. Others are remembered. And some... refuse to fade. When Daotok begins to see patterns in everything, time, choices, even people, his world starts to shift in ways no one else can understand. What once felt like clarity turns into something far more dangerous, as reality itself begins to distort under his awareness. But then there's Arthit. Unpredictable. Unreadable. Real. And for the first time, something doesn't follow the rules. As control turns into influence, and influence into something far beyond time, Daotok is forced to face a truth he never considered: Maybe perfection isn't the answer. Maybe it's the problem.

Will the crude prince's antics crack the ice queen's facade? Dao doesn't mind being labeled as an ice queen. He really doesn't, in fact he likes it. He likes how it gave him a peaceful life. He likes how he doesn't have to fake smiles. And most importantly, he likes how it became a sheild from the those who have ill intentions. His warm heart being saved for those who truly knows him best. But when an unhinged prince who obviously have rough edges suddenly enters the picture, will Dao's ice castle finally crumble or will the crude prince end up with a frosted heart?

Daotok's perfect world-the one he had carefully imagined, the one where control meant safety and silence meant power-was quietly collapsing. The walls he had built to protect himself were giving way, piece by piece. The anger, the secrecy, the spite he had clung to so tightly had never shielded him at all. They had only isolated him further. Now everything felt like it was slipping through his fingers. And the cruelest irony of all- The only thing left to hold on to, the only thing steady enough to keep him from completely falling apart, were the hands of the one man he had sworn to hate. Arthit Akkarakitwattanakul. _______ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.