They're the internet's favorite secret. Santa, the bubbly dancer whose food challenges hide a nervous heart. Perth, the cool rocker whose garage sessions can't drown out his quiet fears. Off-camera, they share a home, a life, and a love they've carefully kept on mute. But the internet is always watching. An accidental reflection, a matching bracelet, a look that lasts a second too long-their fans are connecting the dots, and the war between their fandoms is trending. As the evidence mounts and the pressure builds, Santa and Perth have to decide: how long can you keep love in the drafts before you have the courage to hit 'post'?

Alpha lawyer Perth's quiet life is upended when new neighbors move in - an omega with sharp, guarded eyes, and a young baby boy in tow. But there's something off about the way the omega watches him from across the street. Who's that mysterious alpha who keeps visiting? Why does the omega seem so wary of him? And why does Perth find himself so intrigued?

Santa's world is unraveling. Pregnant and afraid, he faces the daunting task of revealing the news to his overprotective father, Force, all while comforting Perth, who's been cast out by his own family. Amid lingering fears, unresolved trust issues with Force's boyfriend Book, and the quiet support of friends, Santa must navigate love, loyalty, and the weight of secrets that refuse to stay hidden. Memories of stolen moments with Perth ignite both longing and fear, reminding him of what's at stake, and what he stands to lose.

"Will you guys be okay if I leave you here by yourselves?" Pond asks, though he's already sliding the measuring tapes off his neck and producing his missing suit jacket from God knows where. "I'll be fine," Perth assures him. "We'll be fine. Right, Santa?" Santa flinches. "Actually, I-," he starts, but bites his tongue in his hurry to close his mouth. What can he even say? 'Actually, P'Pond, I'm not going to be okay if you leave me here with P'Perth because I've been avoiding him for weeks since I can't seem to keep my hands off of him the moment we're alone. Also, I've been in love with you for years. And yes, these things are not mutually exclusive'? In which Pond needs a small-waisted helper to make last-minute adjustments to an important custom-made skirt for a client, and Santa volunteers for the task. Perth reaps the benefits of bespoke tailoring.

The man has dark eyebrows and even darker eyes that look at him with an unreadable expression. His lips are not too thin, nor too full, they seem perfectly kissable. He has a mole on the bridge of his straight nose and his jawline looks as if he could cut pretty much anything with it. Santa gulps. Damn, he's hot. "Dada!!" Domiia squeaks and stretches out her arms towards the man. What? Dada? That's Domiia's dad? Right. Damn. "Hey, princess!" The man offers a brief, polite nod toward Santa. His eyes jump from Santa to the little girl and he immediately scoops her from Santa's hold. His whole face changes from a strong and defensive demeanor to one of pure joy and softness. Santa is amazed.

Santa Pongsapak, a free-spirited man, refuses to submit to a man who sees danger as a challenge. He is not someone who will be under the power of another man. Perth, a fan of extreme sports who loves to challenge danger. In choosing a life partner, he does not like submissive men who are overly obedient and spineless. "I'm not someone who likes to be under someone else's shelter." "Then, I'm the first one who will do it." This is another story of mine, who already finished in 2025 in Indonesian version. I'll update it daily as soon as I'm done with translating them into English. Hope you enjoy it. Warning : This story containing manipulation, psychological condition, and toxic relationship. If this is triggering for you, please skip it. Thank you 🙏🏻

They were never supposed to cross that line - but some rules aren't meant to hold. Perth Tanapon builds his world on order. Santa Pongsapak lives to break it. Somewhere between sharp words and quiet nights, rivalry turns into something they can't quite define. It's messy. It's dangerous. It's theirs. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive gently - it crashes, and you learn to love the wreckage it leaves behind.