Gawin plays basketball. Joss plays football. They play for opposite teams but life has a way of blurring the lines. Gawin Caskey is sharp-tongued and fiercely loyal. Joss Way-Ar is disciplined, mysterious, and hiding a truth that could shatter everything except from Luke, his one trusted friend. They never speak. They don't even orbit the same world. Until one glance across the court changes everything. Please understand i mean football as in soccer T.T Also the book is mature once they get together meaning SMUT my homies ill introduce it at the beginning in-case you don't wanna read it . #2 Jossagawin 11/09/25 #16 Soccer 11/09/25

(my version) Dunk Natachai, 23, is a sunshine-hearted disaster of a final-year student-too loud, too emotional, too messy for his own good. His life is already chaos when he crashes into a stranger in a black suit and ruins his entire assignment. The stranger doesn't apologize. Doesn't blink. Doesn't even pause. Dunk curses him for days... until he walks into his new internship and finds that same man sitting at the top of the biggest company in the city- Joong Archen, 33. CEO. Brilliant. Untouchable. And once married... until tragedy turned his heart to stone. Years ago, Joong lost the only person he ever loved in a fire he couldn't reach in time. Since then, he's built walls no one can climb, choosing silence over connection, cruelty over vulnerability. And then Dunk appears-messy, bright, talkative, alive-everything Joong swore he would never let near him again. Joong should ignore him. He should push him away. He should pretend he feels nothing. Instead, he personally selects Dunk to work under him. What begins as irritation turns into obsession neither of them understands. Dunk, who fills every room with warmth, slowly breaks under Joong's cold indifference. Joong, who has forgotten what it means to feel, finds himself watching Dunk too closely, protecting him too quietly, wanting him too deeply. But jealousy burns. Trauma wounds. And fate is cruel. A panic attack in a trapped elevator. A confession made in anger. A sick day that cracks a frozen heart open. A fire that almost repeats the tragedy Joong spent years trying to forget. When Dunk's life hangs by a thread, Joong finally breaks- "I couldn't save him... I can't lose you too." A slow-burn Thai BL romance filled with raw emotion, heartbreak, healing, and the impossible love between a man who stopped believing in tomorrow and the intern who accidentally taught him how to live again.

A swimming coach and a famous actor, tied together by an arranged marriage neither wanted. They expected chaos...not love. William fell first. Est fell harder.

"You can run, hide but never escape..." Vel is a celebrated psychiatrist, renowned for his work in treating complex traumas. But his newest patient, Tin, presents a series of delusions and strange comfort-an infatuation that borders on obsession. As Vel struggles to maintain professional boundaries, he finds himself drawn into Tin's dark and twisted world. The boundaries between love and possession blurs, as Vel grapples with his own demons while trying to unravel the secrets of Tin's fractured mind. Will Vel be able to help Tin break free from his delusions, or will he fall victim to the obsessive love that threatens to consume them both?

Book 1 In Miami's heat, where bodies drop and secrets burn, Brycier finds himself tangled in the arms of the city's most dangerous man-the one who was never supposed to care. A slow-burn hood romance soaked in blood, fear, and first love.

"But you won't always tell me the truth." Krittin's voice broke against Naret's chest, heavy with a hurt that went far deeper than the day's danger. Naret pulled back, heart clenching at the devastation in Krittin's eyes, only to be met with a question born of weeks of insecurity: "Why haven't you let me be your Seme?" They called him a broken Alpha-because he preferred to be an Uke and not a Seme. Somsak was born to lead, but the pack condemned him for desires that challenged their rules. They executed Otto, his Beta lover, and forced a corrective bond with Krittin, an Omega meant to bind him into obedience. Instead, it broke them all. Somsak fled, leaving behind a forced bond and an Omega carrying his child. When he returned three years later, he did so under a new name-Naret-wealthy, ruthless, and bent on revenge. Krittin survived alone, raising their son under the pack's cruelty. Now the child is dying, and only Naret can save him. To do so, Naret must return. Claim the bond he never chose. Face the family he abandoned.

Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

- "Rivals on the court. Temptation off it." ------------------------------------------------- Phuwin plays with precision-every pass calculated, every shot clean. He's the rising star with ice in his veins and no time for distractions. Especially not the kind that smirks like trouble and moves like temptation. Pond is chaos in motion. A playboy with a killer crossover and a reputation for breaking hearts off the court. He's cocky, unpredictable, and maddeningly good at getting under Phuwin's skin. They're rivals-always have been. On the court, they clash like thunder and lightning. Off the court, the tension simmers, sharp and electric. Phuwin swears no one can make him lose control. Pond swears he's not chasing anything serious. But when rivalry turns into something hotter, heavier, and far more dangerous than either of them expected, they're forced to confront the truth: Some games aren't meant to be won. Some hearts aren't meant to stay guarded. And sometimes, the person you're trying hardest to beat... is the one you're falling hardest for. ---

In a world ruled by moonlit fate and Mafia power, two Enigma twins awaken forbidden bonds that force proud Alphas to choose between dominance and the love that could destroy or save them.

🔥 PROLOGUE - "Before the Fall" Joong had never needed a bodyguard this close before. He had a team-faceless men in suits who lingered outside his university gates, rode in cars that tailed discreetly, whispered into hidden mics about routes and rendezvous and security zones. But this was different. This wasn't just proximity. This was permanence. The new bodyguard stood by the grand windows of Joong's penthouse suite, staring out at the skyline like it was a threat. His shoulders were square, broad, coiled like he could spring at any moment. He hadn't smiled once since stepping in. His name was Dunk Natachai. Special Forces background. Silent. Sharp. Unflinching. And terrifyingly beautiful. Joong sipped his orange juice at the breakfast table, eyes flicking upward from behind the rim of his glass. Watching. Studying. The angle of Dunk's jaw. The way his black shirt strained against muscled arms. The glint of the earpiece catching morning light. Unreachable. Untouchable. Joong couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "This is going to be fun," he whispered to himself, heart already too warm for his own good. He didn't know it then, but someday- That same man would bleed for him. Kill for him. Come for him like hellfire through steel and smoke. And Joong would fall in love with the fire that saved him.