Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling

Ling and Orm had the kind of love people envied until distance, careers, and silence made it impossible to hold on. There was no fight, no betrayal, just two people too tired to stay, and too scared to ask the other to. Years pass. Success follows them. So does the ache. And when fate brings them face to face again this time in Bali, far from flashing cameras and polite distance. Ling's done playing quiet. She's not asking Orm to remember. She's here to make her fall again. This time, Ling's not running. She's here to stay and take back what they lost. A story of missed chances, reckless hope, and the kind of love that refuses to die quietly.

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.

Lingling is the daughter of a private school owner in Bangkok. After graduating, she began working as a teacher at her family's school. She is very conservative and strict with her students. Orm was once the top student in Lingling's class, but suddenly became the worst performer. Now, Orm often gets punished by her strict teacher.