Yongyut Termtuo-better known as Boat-is the sole heir to one of Bangkok's most formidable conglomerates. Born into a kind of luxury without edges, he grew up as the sort of young man who is accustomed to getting whatever he wants-through money, power, or sheer force of will. He is known for his brooding temper, his volatility, and the way he keeps people at a careful distance. The arrogance around him is so sharp it makes everyone nearby move as if they're stepping across broken glass. five personal bodyguards have resigned. Every one of them eventually surrendered to Boat's coldness and cruelty. His secretary, Punn, has run out of solutions and is seconds away from raising the white flag. On the other side of that world is Pasakorn Sanrattana-Oat-a man shaped by an entirely different life. He comes from a modest background and was raised by his mother alone after his father, a military general, was killed in the line of duty. Oat followed in his father's footsteps, joining the special forces. But when his mother's health began to fail, he chose early retirement and returned to Bangkok to care for the only family he had left. Fate brings their paths together when Tape Worrachai, Oat's senior in the military, offers him a job as personal bodyguard to a young businessman-stubborn, dangerous-without ever mentioning the name. Pressed by financial reality but unwilling to be far from his mother, Oat accepts. Their first meeting is immediate friction. Boat decides at once that Oat is unfit for the role. He looks too relaxed. His smile is too sweet. And his face... far too disarmingly handsome-almost cute. Not at all the kind of intimidating, hard-edged bodyguard Boat usually hires. And yet, for reasons Boat himself can't quite explain, he doesn't fire him. Boat treats him like an enemy-testing him, playing with him, provoking him, picking at minor mistakes, even staging situations for no other reason than to see how Oat will react.

"What if instinct chose who we love... but the world forbade it?" PLAK! The sound of a sharp slap cracked through the room like a whip. "Useless brat," his father's voice roared. "Every damn night you're out there drag racing like a thug! You should be someone I can be proud of-but what are you, huh? Nothing but a disgrace!" Boss stood frozen, the sting on his cheek throbbing, but he didn't flinch. His fist clenched at his side, not in defiance-but to hold back everything he could never say. -Boss Chaikamon "What did you just say?!" Neoul's voice broke the silence. His eyes were wide. His breath shallow. "Married? Dad-I'm still in school! And you want me to marry someone I've never even met, just because he's a Pure Alpha?" The name alone twisted something tight in his chest. The engagement wasn't a proposal. It was a contract. -Neoul Nuttarat "Where am I? Why is it so dark? Hello-can anyone hear me? Please-turn on the lights." Boat's voice trembled. His fingers reached up instinctively and felt the rough fabric pressed over his eyes. A bandage. He couldn't see. He couldn't see. His scream echoed in the void. "ARRGH-!!" That was the moment Boat realized the truth-his world would never be the same. From this moment on, darkness wasn't just around him. It was him. -Boat Yongyut "Mom, Dad... I did it. I got accepted to Asan Medical center!" Oat's eyes sparkled with joy, his smile stretching wide as he held the official letter in trembling hands. His mother embraced him tightly-but her voice was serious, hushed. "We're proud of you, sweetheart. But remember... no one can know you're a Pure Omega. Promise us. We're only trying to protect you." But how long can someone hide what they truly are? -Oat Pasakorn This is a story of two young couples. Welcome to the Omegaverse. Dive into a hauntingly beautiful omegaverse tale-where love isn't chosen. It's felt. Will it end in happiness? Or devastation?

Johan held his gaze, his own dark eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Now you don't," he muttered, his voice low and dark, final. He pushed the gun deeper into North's mouth, forcing North to accommodate the invasive metal. A choked, guttural sound escaped North's throat as he fought the reflex to vomit. He was utterly violated, completely at this man's mercy. ________ In a mansion blazing like a gilded cage against the night, the Theerawong family is suffocating. Easter, the eldest son, sits in silent resignation, being prepared for a forced marriage to a ruthless kingpin, Hill Khonkaen. His brother, North, burns with a helpless rage, desperate to save him but powerless against the encroaching darkness. As the ceremony begins below, North hides in his room, watching the macabre spectacle from his window. But a pair of dark, perceptive eyes finds him in the shadows. Johan, a cold and calculating mafia and an associate of the groom, locks onto the frightened boy with a predator's interest. In that single glance, a new, more personal threat is born, and North realizes that while his brother is the sacrifice, he may be the prize.

Khun Cir is the CEO Thailand's most powerful investment firm. Rich, cold, and infamously untouchable, he rules his empire from the top floor, eyes sharp and heart locked behind titanium walls. Nobody gets close. Nobody gets noticed. Nobody survives more than thirty seconds of his attention. I am just a junior employee on the 27th floor. Small, quiet, cardigan-wearing, and in love with a man who doesn't even know my name. Which is fine. Truly Until one day... he looks at me. Really looks. And everything starts to unravel. Now I'm trapped between dreams I never expected to come true and a man I never expected to want me back. Because when P'Cir notices someone-he doesn't just notice. He owns. And I might be the only one in this firm reckless enough to fall for him with my whole heart. Even if it ruins us both.

Joong and Dunk have been inseparable since childhood-best friends, housemates, each other's constant. But what happens when lingering touches start to feel like something more? When the line between friendship and something deeper begins to blur, how long can they pretend it's just friendship... when their hearts are clearly asking for more?

"In a world where rivalry and ambition collide..Dunk thought he had everything under control.. But sometimes, the lines between business and love are blurred. In a fake marriage that no one can know about..Dunk - sassy, sharp-tongued, and somehow always looking good met Joong - rich, cold, rude, and just the tiniest bit unreasonably attractive "One fake marriage. Two rivals. And a love story they never expected."

Cirrus is the head of a mafia family. Phu is the youngest and only son of another rival mafia family. They are supposed to get married to end decades long of bloodshed between the families and maintain strong ties. Everybody knows Phu as the sunshine and nicest boy alive. Everybody knows Cir as the coldest, ruthless and rudest man alive. Everybody thinks Phu is too sweet, too soft for the big bad Cir. Everybody thinks Phu will be the sunshine in Cir's life Cir disagrees. Badly. A hilarious, sexy and bloody fic between CirPhu.

Joong and Pond, both elites in their own field got to know a pair of twins who owns an artisan cafe while running an errand for their grandpas. There was more than meet the eye. A joylada series ( JD, PP with G4 supporting in the background) Hints of dark theme with no redemption

Johan, Alpha heir to Prism Tower, works undercover at the family company while he waits for his father to hand over control. His routine holds no surprises anymore... until North arrives. From the get-go, the new Omega seems to avoid ―almost despise― Johan for no apparent reason. Every interaction between them is awkward, tense, and nearly unbearable. But when a project forces them to work together, the tension that kept them apart begins to shift. It's no longer rejection. It's something deeper. More dangerous. More real.

Dunk hates Christmas. Chen loves it. Something was bound to break... or someone was bound to fall. It's December. Weird things happen.