"You forgetting something?" Yin murmured, voice low and cleanly lethal. "I'm your husband." War's pulse jumped. He forced a grin. "Yeah, on paper." "I'm your husband," Yin said evenly. "On paper or not. And I can show you exactly what that means, right here, if you're confused." "What, you gonna bend me over the washing machine now?" His voice came out too thin, trying for sardonic and landing somewhere closer to pleading. "Tempting." Yin's lips curved into a slow, dark smile. "But a delicate thing like you couldn't take me dry and live to brag about it." ------------ Or, War has spent his whole life being told he was a disgrace. Now his family is parading him down the aisle like a prize - all because the heir to the Wong family happens to like men too. Yin Wong is polished, calculating, and so sinfully gorgeous it feels like a personal vendetta. He also treats their wedding like a merger, their marriage like a chore. And War hates him for it. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit.

be careful this content includes: 💅heavy flirting 💅heavy roasting 💅no angst 💅pure imagination 💅chaotic vibes

"Teach me how to kiss"

They'd seen men like him before- pretty face, pretty lies, even prettier exit wounds. He came out of nowhere. No name. No roots. No past anyone could trace. Just a trail of broken hearts, emptied bank accounts, and champagne-stained whispers. No one knew what he wanted. But everyone knew: he always got it. When he first appeared outside Velluto, the city's most exclusive restaurant, he wasn't on the guest list. He didn't need to be. His presence alone demanded attention. Slim figure wrapped in soft silk, a gaze like slow poison-calculated, cold, impossible to ignore. That night, Yin Anon Wong, the youngest CEO in corporate history, stepped out of a car worth more than most houses. Sharp suit. Dead stare. A man with empires under his name-and blood under his fingernails. He didn't believe in distractions. But somehow, he looked. And the man he looked at? Smiled. It was supposed to end there. But it didn't. Yin fell first. Or maybe he was made to. No one could tell with War- not until it was already too late. But what no one predicted... was that Davien Wong, Yin's father, the real power in the shadows, had seen it all. And he wasn't one to lose what he wanted. Now, caught between father and son, desire and deception, War walks a razor's edge- one misstep from ruin, one kiss from control. This isn't love. This is a game. And someone always pays. --- 📌 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are imaginary. Please do not copy, repost, or translate without permission. Images used belong to their rightful owners-no copyright infringement intended.

The job was simple: find a way in, take the mafia down from the inside, and get out clean. But when Detective Yin Anan meets War Wanarat -jazz singer, mystery, ghost in a glass cage - clean stops being an option. Every night drags him deeper, every lie cuts closer. There's no telling where the performance ends and the truth begins. But in this game of shadows, someone always pays the price. ~ Yinwar slowburn +18 content, TW in the first chapter Noir AU

ᯓ★ A factory boy from the province. ᯓ★ A cold heir with something to prove. 🌸But sometimes, love blooms quietly- Like NEON FLOWERS in the dark..🌸

➤ ʏɪɴᴡᴀʀ ᴀᴜ - 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 (24/06/25) When War - a cheerful vlogger known for pottery, sports and travel - accidentally insults Yin, a sarcastic let's play youtuber, during a livestream, a fandom feud explodes online. To calm the chaos, they agree to film a video together. What starts as a playful, teasing collab quickly turns into something deeper. Fans begin shipping them and feelings grow behind the scenes. This work is pure fiction.

Did someone order one slow brew of YinWar? Coming right up!

➤ ʏɪɴᴡᴀʀ ᴀᴜ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ - 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 When War accidentally overhears Yin telling Bonz that he has at least 10 reasons not to fall in love with War, he's hurt and secretly heartbroken because he's been in love with Yin for ages. Out of spite, he demands to see the list-and Yin actually writes it. But every line he puts on paper feels much more like a confession. This work is pure fiction.

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