PērthSäntâ . ☝🏻
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blurrryy_
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- Parts 27
Keep your eyes on story title bcz
The cover might do nothing but confuse you .
Have fun <3
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Thwin2004
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စီးကရက်က ကိုယ့်ကိုစွဲလမ်းစေပေမယ့် မင်းနှုတ်ခမ်းတွေလောက်တော့ ရစ်မူးဖို့မကောင်းဘူး
ကိုယ်ဟာမင်းနှုတ်ခမ်းတွေကိုစွဲလမ်းနေသူမို့ ကိုယ်ဘယ်လောက်ပဲနှစ်သက်နေပါစေ မင်းမကြိုက်တဲ့အရာတွေကို ပြုပြင်ပေးပါ့မယ် TaTa🐶
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a_sweet_present
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Perth Tanapon was a man of control-cold, precise, untouchable. As the CEO of Riser Music, his world was ruled by discipline, silence, and carefully maintained distance. Love was a distraction, emotions were weaknesses, and attachments? Out of the question.
Then came Santa.
A neonatal nurse with a sharp tongue, an infuriating smile, and absolutely no fear of him. Santa was warmth where Perth had only ever known cold, chaos where Perth had built order, and the first person to ever push past his walls like they never existed at all.
What started as a game of wits-teasing glances, fleeting touches, power struggles disguised as flirtation-soon spirals into something neither of them can control. Because control was never meant to last.
Not when Santa made losing feel so damn good.
And Perth was never letting him go.
a_sweet_present
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Santa is an idol-bright, untouchable, and adored by millions. Perth is a rockstar-chaotic, relentless, and obsessed with the one person he can't have.
From the moment their worlds collided, Perth made his intentions clear. He wanted Santa. And Perth wasn't the kind of man to take no for an answer.
Santa runs. He fights. He refuses to let himself be caught in Perth's possessive grasp. But no matter how far he tries to escape, Perth is always there-watching, waiting, claiming.
As rumors swirl and the lines between fear and desire blur, Santa is forced to face a truth more terrifying than Perth's obsession:
Maybe he was never meant to escape. Maybe, just maybe... he never wanted to.
Because when love is tangled in obsession, and freedom feels like a cage-who is truly trapped?
And who is truly free?
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a_sweet_present
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There are stories that begin with swords.
Others, with crowns.
Some with bloodshed. Some with glory.
This one begins with neither.
Not with a blade unsheathed,
Not with a prince's cry.
But with a single whisper.
A command that should have meant death:
"Bring the prince to me... alive."
And so, the hunter was sent.
He was not meant to feel.
Not meant to falter.
Not meant to listen to the quiet laughter of a boy who bloomed like spring,
Or the softness of warm fingers over old scars.
He was meant to be a shadow.
But the crown never understood the cost of its commands.
It never saw the boy as anything more than a piece on a board.
It never imagined that the hunter would begin to wonder-
Not what it meant to serve,
But what it meant to stay.
Before the war.
Before the fall.
Before the name of the empire was buried in ash and song-
There was a garden.
And in it stood a boy who wanted nothing but peace.
And a man who had only ever known silence.
This is their story.
One where the stars remember,
The wind still sings,
And the flowers-
Never die.
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Gabriel_Venaancio
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- Parts 7
A maior produtora de ficção BoysLove, nem sempre entrega tudo o que os casais merecem, ou que pelo menos gostaríamos de ver. Aqui, em formato de contos, veremos os Shippes de um jeito novo, melhor e mais apimentado.