Nani Hirunkit thought signing with Phoenix Media would be simple-act in a BL drama, survive his manager's fujoshi fantasies, and pretend he knows how to be a convincing bottom on screen. Easy... right? Wrong. On his first week, he accidentally tackles his CEO, Sky Wongravee Nateetorn-a man so dangerously handsome he should come with a warning label. When Nani unintentionally saves Sky from an attack, he becomes part of a world he never asked for: mafia secrets, real danger, and a boss whose quiet intensity keeps setting off explosions in his very straight heart. Sky doesn't need protection. He doesn't need romance. He definitely doesn't need a chaotic actor with zero BL experience. But he can't seem to ignore Nani. Or the way Nani only ever panics around him. Between filming cuddly scenes with his co-star and dodging assassins after work, Nani realizes two terrifying truths: His boss is way too hot to handle. And he might not be as straight as he thought. When acting and reality start to blur, Nani's biggest challenge is no longer the BL script... It's surviving Sky Wongravee himself.

"I'm sorry," I said. It was pathetic of me. Because whenever Michael messed up, I was always the one apologizing. I never knew if I was sorry for letting Michael get to me or sorry for not forgiving him when he did me wrong. "You're never sorry," he said in a low voice. "Sometimes, it would've been better if you'd killed yourself when you should have." His words made me stop breathing for a moment. He knew exactly how to hurt me worse than I could hurt him. I tasted the rage in my mouth-hot, coppery, and bitter. I punched him in the face. Michael stumbled back, his eyes shut, a hand over his bleeding nose. Blood splattered on the floor. It took me a minute to register what I'd done, and another minute to pull myself together. I tried to focus on my breathing. Stepping closer, I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing over his burning cheeks. Raw hurt sank into his expression. He stood still. "I need to go," he said, his voice shaky. "I need to go." Fix this, Sage. He started to pull away, and I immediately engulfed him in a hug. "Sage," he said. "Let. Me. Go." "I can't."