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.

Daotok is a quiet, self-reliant artist still piecing himself back together after a past that left more than just scars. Arthit is a sharp-tongued medical intern known for flings, not feelings. But when their lives unexpectedly intersect, something begins to change-softly, steadily. What starts as wary respect becomes gentle affection... and eventually, something neither of them can deny. (An ArthitDaotok centered fic, fast updates)

Arthit inherited an empire built on blood, but he's losing his grip. Then comes Daotok, a quiet art student hired to paint a portrait of the family's fallen patriarch. Arthit never expected the painter's calm to unnerve him more than any rival's gun.

Arthit has lived in pain for 50 years, and after Johan finds North he dedicates his time and life to taking care and looking out for them....But fate has other plans for him.

Marriage between enemy.

Oat Tharathon, head of Black Lotus's Intelligence Division, prides himself on knowing everything-except information about romance. His life was smooth sailing until one persistent pain in the ass arrived and tries to hack his system. When he traces the breach, the culprit is exactly who he suspected: Mr. Luangsodsai, the infuriating Executive Division Vice Head who has no business messing with his security. Unless, He needs something-like important information. Determined to uncover the truth, Oat starts digging deeper, only to realize his life is a Pandora's box of secrets. Meanwhile, Ngern finds Oat's angry face oddly... fascinating. In a world where information is power, will Oat unravel the mystery, or will he just end up losing his mind (and maybe his heart) to the most annoying man in Black Lotus?