This is an OrmLing story. When Lingling Kwong's family arranges her marriage to Orm Kornnaphat, an intersex heir to a powerful Thai-Chinese conglomerate, it's meant to unite two family empires. But to Lingling, it feels like a cruel sentence. She's straight, in love with her long-time boyfriend, and disgusted by the idea of marrying a woman. Orm, quiet and distant, has loved Lingling since childhood - silently, hopelessly. She knows she can never have Lingling's heart, yet she accepts the marriage out of filial duty and a fragile dream that maybe, one day, Lingling will see her differently. GP | Orm 💜Slow-burn story.

Prologue - The Memory Between Us They said time would heal her. But two years later, Ling was still staring out the glass window of her penthouse, fingers wrapped around a cold mug of coffee she never finished. CEO. Heiress. Fiancée to a ghost. Her world ended once... And then again, when she was forced to marry someone who wasn't even hers to begin with. The vows weren't meant for her. The dress wasn't either. But the name on the marriage certificate? Ling Ling Kwong. And the bride beside her? Orm. Her sister's fiancée. It was supposed to be temporary. A contract. Just one year to protect the family name and walk away. But no one told her love doesn't follow contracts. And no one warned her how cruel memory could be. Because just when Ling finally opened her heart again... Orm forgot everything. Forgot their laughter. Their fights. Their promises. Forgot her. And now, Ling wasn't sure she had the strength to lose her all over again. DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners.

Lingling Kwong has always preferred the company of clay over people. As a reclusive pottery maker, she finds comfort in the quiet solitude of her studio, shaping imperfect yet soulful creations with her hands. Then Orm Kornnaphat walks in-poised, elegant, and entirely out of place. She requests a set of tea cups, "simple, but with character," and keeps finding excuses to return, drawn to Lingling's world in ways she doesn't fully understand. What begins as a business transaction slowly turns into something deeper, unspoken but undeniable. But both women carry pasts they don't talk about-Orm, bound by family expectations and obligations she can't escape, and Lingling, haunted by a life she once abandoned. As tensions rise and their connection is tested, they must decide: will they remain shaped by the past, or will they risk everything for something beautifully imperfect-something real? A slow-burn sapphic romance about love, art, and the quiet spaces in between

* Incomplete but please start reading because I don't think I'm gonna end this story, I'll keep updating! -- If you ask Lingling about love between lovers, she will tell you she has not truly felt it. So, when a new drama casting script fell into her hands, the way the scriptwriter described love kept her off guard. How can she act like that when she never felt in love to that extent? And when she finally found her female lead, the urge to take the role increased, combined with confusion that kept growing each time she spent time with her. The story of discovering her true self just began when she met Orm after a long time. For sure, it's going to be a hell long ride. Will you join? --- Inspired by real events. This book is a fiction. --- HIGHEST RANKINGS : #1 in womanlovingwoman #1 in lingorm #4 in glg #9 in lovers #14 in wlw

They were promised to each other as children-two to powerful families, bound by legacy and a vow spoken in jest. Now, years later, Ling is cold, controlled, and successful. Orm is fire, chaos, and everything Ling can't stand. Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, they're thrown into a war of sharp words, silent stares, and unresolved tension. But under the bitterness, something simmers.