In Thailand's glitzy entertainment world, Glory Entertainment reigns supreme on the surface - churning out viral BL pairings, chart-topping idols, and trending friend groups. But beneath the flawless PR facade lies a crumbling foundation. The company's protective policies are nonexistent. Behind every scandal, every wave of online hate, the artists are left to fend for themselves while the management issues the same old soulless apologies: "Stay quiet. It'll pass. hey're close-knit. Loyal. Loved. And constantly targeted by haters and rival PR teams. But things take a dark turn when a drug scandal rocks the group. Fourth and William are framed at an album launch party. The media erupts. Contracts freeze. Hashtags explode. And Glory Entertainment does what it does best - nothing. That's when the elite Ciro Law Firm steps in - hired to protect the company's most valuable artists. But the firm isn't just about law. It's a legacy. A dynasty. With roots deep in politics, justice, and shadows. Both brothers are cold, calculated, and untouchable. But as they enter the world of broken idols, lonely fame, and performative smiles, their unshakable discipline begins to... shift. Love, after all, isn't a contract. And hearts don't always follow verdicts.

Mixed Bag I - Love in Retrograde (Prompt by G, 5/5)

🔥🔞🔞 story have 18+ Content🔞🔞🔥 •Rain x Phayu• It starts like a game-dangerous, magnetic, impossible to stop. But the closer they get, the more everything shifts. For the first time, it's not just desire pulling them in it's something softer. Something scarier. They've never felt this way for anyone before. They don't just want moments, they want each other's worlds. And as they learn each other's hearts, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: they don't want anyone else. Not now. Not ever. They're no longer just chasing desire. They're learning each other's hearts. •English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for mistakes.

what will happen when the stalker is being stalked

North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

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Johan Chavalwit was a name that carried the weight of an empire, yet he wore it like a cheap suit. As the sole heir to the Chavalwit Group, his reputation preceded him: a reckless playboy, a professional troublemaker, and the living embodiment of the "spoiled brat" trope. To the board of directors, he was a ticking time bomb; to the city's elite, he was the ultimate golden ticket with a tarnished soul. But the world's cynical assumptions hit a sudden, jarring roadblock the moment North entered his orbit. North didn't care for the Chavalwit pedigree or the designer lifestyle, and for the first time in Johan's life, his charm-and his checkbook-failed him. Beneath the layers of defiance and expensive champagne, something dormant began to stir. The "spoiled brat" was about to prove that even a predetermined path can be rerouted when you finally find a reason to look toward the horizon.

You think you're a prisoner, North. But in this house, you're the only one with the power to destroy me

Driven by a desire to create a "bubble of happiness" in an often-gray world, North decided there was no better way to manufacture joy than through the magic of a wedding. He poured that passion into launching his own agency, quickly becoming the architect behind dozens of "happily ever afters." However, his professional composure was put to the ultimate test the day his newest client walked through the door: Johan, the man who had occupied North's daydreams for years. Now, North finds himself in the bittersweet position of planning the perfect day for his crush, knowing he's the one holding the clipboard, while someone else will be holding Johan's hand.