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.

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?

WEST: THE SUN FROM ANOTHER STAR "I like you," he said with a serious expression. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to do about it, but I really do like you." "I'm sorry," I said softly. "But I don't feel that way about you. Please give up on me." "No." "..." "Maybe you just didn't make enough merit in your past life, having someone like me fall for you. Deal with it, because no matter what, I'm not backing down." "Then I'll go make some more merit." "I'll take you there myself." I sighed to myself repeatedly. Ever since he confessed his love to me, my life had never been peaceful again. If anyone else had been rejected that bluntly, they probably would have given up by now. But not him. He was stubborn, refused to listen to anyone, and was self-centered to the core. "I don't want much," he said. "I just want to be by your side, that's all."

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

Johan, a composed and razor-sharp CEO, rules the corporate world with precision, where emotions are seen as cracks in the armor. Known for his strategic mind and distant demeanor, he treats love like an unnecessary risk-something that weakens rather than strengthens. North, his impeccably efficient secretary, stands in quiet contrast. Beneath his calm and collected exterior lives a soul that once believed deeply in love, now carefully hidden behind restraint. A past etched with pain has taught him to silence his own desires, locking them away where they cannot hurt him again. As their lives grow increasingly entangled, North's quiet warmth begins to thaw the frost Johan has long embraced. In return, Johan's rare, unguarded moments stir something fragile yet fierce within North-something he thought had long faded. In a world where love feels either distant or dispensable, will they dare to reach for it together... or remain prisoners of the walls they built to survive?

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I want you - A I want to know everything about you - A I need you - A And I will protect you - A Please go away - D Some feelings are not gentle. They don't ask for permission. They don't wait for timing. They simply exist-loud, persistent, and impossible to ignore. And sometimes... Love and distance share the same breath. Arthit x Daotok ~~~ Johan x North Hill x Easter Tonfah x Typhoon

Prince Arithat is spoiled, clever, and known for driving away every bodyguard assigned to him. To him, it's just a game-until Phoom arrives. Calm, unshaken, and impossible to break, Phoom refuses to leave no matter what the prince does. But as he stays, he begins to see beyond Arithat's attitude... and slowly falls for the lonely prince hiding underneath. Now, the real danger isn't the prince's tricks- it's a bodyguard who's starting to love him. Arithat as Oat Phoom as Ngern

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.

North's life takes a dangerous turn, leaving him with no choice but to accept a contract marriage with Johan, the powerful heir to a hotel empire. What begins as a deal for protection slowly blurs into something deeper, as living together, shared moments, and unspoken emotions make it harder to tell where the act ends... and something real begins.