"I said no, you're not coming into the shower with me." Dew stood in his cramped dorm bathroom, glaring at the foggy mirror. Behind him, a transparent figure leaned against the tiled wall, arms crossed, smirking. "Why not? I'm dead, not a pervert," Tee replied, floating up a little just to sit cross-legged in the air. "Also, I've seen it. Nothing to hide." Dew grabbed the towel tighter around his waist. "Tee." "Dew." "Out." "Fine," Tee sighed, phasing through the door like it was made of mist. "You're no fun. If I had a body, I'd haunt someone with better abs anyway." Dew groaned. College life was hard enough without a hot, annoying ghost crashing your daily routine. And yet, there was something about Tee's presence that was starting to feel...less like a haunting, and more like something he didn't want to lose.

Sometimes, wounds cut too deep-so deep, you start to lose yourself. In the aftermath of a mistake that turned his world upside down, Tee Teeradech Vitheepanich walks away from everything he once knew, searching for meaning in a life he barely recognizes. But fate, it seems, isn't done with him yet. A chance encounter pulls him into the orbit of Dew Jirawat Sutivanichsak-a man with shadows of his own, a hidden past, and a heart guarded by pain. As their lives become entangled by a red string neither of them expected, Tee must choose: rebuild himself, or fall even deeper into the ruins. Love, after all, never arrives without scars.