An annoying delivery rider never minds the long routes, especially when it ends at the office of one sharp-tongued, nosy lawyer. Between packages, post-its, and playful banter, their worlds keep colliding in unexpected ways. What starts as routine deliveries slowly becomes something neither of them can easily brush off.

They've always been looked at: in spotlights, on screens, through perfect filters. But being seen isn't the same as being known. Namtan is one of Thailand's top models. She's professional, flawless and always in control. Racha is a rising star with a past she's kept quiet. After years away, she's back with a new name and a promise to finally live on her own terms. When a fashion campaign pairs them up, something clicks. On set, they're professionals. Off set, things get harder to hide. And suddenly, the line between image and feeling starts to blur. But falling for someone in the public eye is messy. And in an industry where everything is for show, love might be the one thing they can't fake.. and the hardest thing to protect. A quiet slowburn full of tension, soft stares, and the kind of connection that refuses to stay hidden. 📌✦ Author's Rights Notice ✦ This story is an original work. All characters, plot, and emotional mess came from my imagination. Please don't repost, copy, translate, or rewrite it without permission. Non-commercial fan content (such as edits, fan art, playlists, etc.) is welcome with credit. If you're unsure, feel free to reach out. Thanks for reading, sharing, and supporting slowburns that hurt in the best way. 🫶 mikazuki__ , 2025 🌒

Description: Namtan is a rising TikTok star known for her loud laughter, chaotic humor, and unapologetic bisexuality. Her life is full of filters, followers, and flashing lights - but behind the screen is a girl hiding from her own vulnerability. Film is the opposite: quiet, soft-spoken, and perfectly content with blending into the background. A talented painter who owns a tucked-away art studio, Film prefers to speak through colors, not words. She's never commented or liked a post, but Namtan's videos have lived rent-free in her heart for years. When Film secretly paints a portrait of Namtan and shyly gives it to her at a small fan event, she doesn't expect anything back - especially not a message from Namtan herself. What starts as an unlikely friendship slowly turns into something tender, healing, and terrifyingly real. But love, like art, is messy. And as their two wildly different worlds begin to overlap, both women must decide: will they run from the chaos - or paint something brave together?

With each accidental meeting on campus, the tension grows, from quiet glances to fleeting touches, as both girls navigate their feelings, their fears, and the undeniable pull of fate bringing them together. Will they find the courage to cross the barriers between them, or will their story remain unfinished, locked in the pages of Film's sketchbook? A tale of chance encounters, late-night confessions, and two hearts learning to speak the same language. ***NO REPOSTING, TRANSLATING & STEALING***

A love story between Namtan and Film, spanning past and present lives, filled with emotional depth, reincarnation, and growth.

A young, carefree student finds herself falling for her older, reserved employer-a successful single mother. Despite the age gap and emotional walls, their growing connection forces them to confront their hidden feelings and the challenges that come with love, trust, and vulnerability.

At first, Namtan saw Film as nothing more than a threat to the happiness of Faye and Yoko. But as their paths crossed more often, Namtan discovered a vulnerable woman beneath Film's bitterness and anger, someone just as lost as she was. To her shock, Namtan found herself drawn to Film in a way she never expected-an undeniable connection that defied reason and everything she thought she knew about herself. As Namtan's loyalty to Faye collided with her growing feelings for Film, she was forced to confront a turbulent mix of attraction and guilt. Can she protect Faye while fighting her feelings for the woman who once broke her heart? And can Film let go of her past, or will her unresolved feelings for Faye ruin any chance of happiness with Namtan? Caught between loyalty and love, Namtan and Film find themselves on opposite sides of an unexpected conflict, where the line between friend and enemy has never been so thin-and the stakes have never been higher.

Nathanelle Axer Alarie Chevalier (Namtan) is a brilliant detective with a razor-sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. Irascible, impertinent, and perpetually entangled in trouble, she learned long ago that solitude was safer than connection. Work became her refuge, a place where logic reigned and emotions could be neatly locked away. Social niceties were distractions she dismissed with practiced ease. Then she crossed paths with Feine Irish Arison Ferrer (Film) a soft-spoken, warm-hearted doctor whose presence alone seemed to put people at ease. She was everything she wasn't-patient where she was abrasive, gentle where she was guarded, and effortlessly loved where she had built walls. Against her will, the balance of her carefully ordered world began to shift. And for the first time, Nathanelle faced a mystery no case file could prepare her for-the quiet, unsettling realization that some changes don't come to disrupt you-they come to undo you.

What would you do if you had everything you could imagine? Money, fame, attraction, and most importantly power. You would feel like a queen yes? But what if even the queen who has it all can't have what she wants most? Her. The one she wants to have forever to herself and the one she's willing to sacrifice everything for. Her dearest Namtan or should she say "N".

"With what I want to do to you, I want your full consent" she said, her voice steady yet inviting. As she spoke, she picked up a glass and filled it with water, the liquid glistening in the light. She approached me with the glass in hand, her gaze unwavering as she offered it to me, a silent promise of respect and understanding in her gesture. Are you sure of your surroundings?" I nodded, though the truth was that my heart was racing in my chest like a wild animal. "Use your words, Tee Rak," she urged, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. It's just a pet name, I told myself, but there was something about the way she looked at me that made my pulse quicken even more. "Yes," I managed to stammer, my mind racing. "Do you know what we are about to do?" she continued, her gaze piercing through me as if searching for answers. "Yeah... Yeap... I mean yes," I replied, my words tumbling out in a clumsy rush. What was happening to me? I am a lawyer, confident and articulate, accustomed to navigating complex conversations and arguments. Yet here I was, stumbling over my own words, feeling a blush creep across my face, jeez what am I a schoolgirl whose crush proposed. "In the next five minutes I'm gonna be intense so if you don't think you can handle you're free to leave, but if you stay you still have the right to stop at any time" I should probably leave, every fiber in my being is screaming at me to run for it, but my last brain cell is curious of what this beautiful woman wants to do with me, no scratch that do to me because the way her eyes changed with the pupil dilating and the way she's looking at me like she is a predator and I'm her prey and she's going to devour me if I do not leave "but I would love you to stay, please." she added. The sensible part of me that wants to leave immediately died after hearing her say please and beg. "Get on all four"