"Behind tinted windows and under dark night skies, possessive instincts flare, and a single revealing T-shirt is enough to shatter all restraint. Can North handle the heat of a man who refuses to let anyone else look at him?" ...... They say you can't outrun your past and North learned that the hard way. Years ago, North ran away, leaving behind the one person who completely consumed his world. Now, fate has thrown them back together at the same university. The secrets of why North fled are still buried in the dark, but this time, the game has changed-North is the one doing the chasing, desperate to tear down the walls Johan built against him. But Johan isn't a man you can just leave and expect to forget. Once those remaining walls finally shatter, there is no running away a second time. When a notorious senior decides he's done playing games, how far will he go to mark what's his?

Johan and North's family have been relentless about them getting married. They kept declining, but when their parents cross paths and become close friends, and decide to take matters into their own hands, according to them, they'd be a perfect match. Unexpectedly, their little scheming or a quick plan led them exactly where they dreamed of being. Troupes- Arranged marriage Whipped MMC Protective MMC Mutual Pinning Supportive family

Johan Vitsavkorn lived a double life, commanding both a corporate empire and a powerful underworld syndicate. Though he was a mafia leader, he operated with a unique moral code: he was a protector who shielded the weak and provided for the poor. For years, Johan believed his altruism was merely a cold obligation of his station. However, he eventually reached a turning point where his actions were no longer driven by duty, but by love. Despite his attempts to remain detached, he could no longer ignore the pull of his heartstrings.

"Just don't disappear again, mom missed you." North said simply. I wish i had courage to ask if he missed me. No emotion in his tone, No anger. "I won't," I said. And for the first time that evening-North finally looked away. I gave a small polite smile. Then-The front door opened again. And then he appeared. Just a straight line toward North. Then-He leaned down, he didn't even hesitate. And kissed him. On the lips. Lips. I froze. My hand tightened around the glass. He pulled back casually, smiling like nothing had happened. After 2 year forth is back completing his internship, the broken promise. Will Johan be able to fix it or someone will steal North first.

They were bound to each other, not by love, but by an ironclad agreement forged by their grandparents. The terms were simple: tolerate one another, never interfere in each other's affairs, and live entirely separate lives until the contract expired. But fate, growing weary of subtlety, decided to intervene. The heart began to spin an invisible thread, pulling them together against their will. Fate spun on its own axis, violently forcing the most polar opposites into alignment-because the truth was written in the stars long ago: in every lifetime, they were always meant to be.

North never meant to spill coffee on the most intimidating senior on campus. And he definitely didn't expect Johan Lee - the cold, untouchable guy everyone feared - to quietly start looking after him afterward. What begins with awkward encounters and accidental feelings slowly turns into something neither of them can ignore. Between late-night conversations, jealous moments, stolen hoodies, and soft touches that linger too long, North realizes there's more behind Johan's cold exterior than anyone else sees. And Johan? Johan realizes far too quickly that North has become the center of his world. But love is terrifying when you care too much. Especially when losing someone starts to feel like losing home itself. A slow-burn university romance filled with quiet affection, emotional intimacy, and two boys learning that love doesn't have to be loud to be real.

"It wasn't me, Johan! Please, you have to believe me!" North's voice cracked, the plea lost in the rising wind. "Stop with the lies, North!" Johan's roar rivaled the storm, his face twisted into a mask of pure fury. "I will make your life a living hell. Do you hear me? A living hell!" The sky finally broke. Heavy droplets cascaded down North's face, mingling with salt and sorrow until they were indistinguishable from his tears. As a low, guttural rumble of thunder shook the very ground beneath them, the world seemed to dim. This wasn't just a falling out. It was the beginning of a new end.

Fate is a master of contradiction-at once humorous and heartless, as fickle as a changing wind. Yet, for North, every twist and agonizing turn was merely fate's design, a complex map drawn to lead him precisely where he was meant to stand. Every stroke of luck and every bitter blow was simply the universe conspiring to bring him home.

When his med school friends did something colossally stupid, it fell on Arthit to help them out. Yes, Arthit. Why didn't anyone think he could be helpful?? And no, he didn't tell the doctors he was helping, otherwise it wouldn't help. Confused? So is everyone else. The fic is based on Fourever You series, of which more in the introduction chapters. *** Now complete ! ***