𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗹 | 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗔𝗨. "In the dark underworld of organized crime, two powerful mafia families clash in a struggle for dominance. The Boonpraset and Aydin families have been bitter rivals for years, their feud fueled by bloodshed, betrayal, and a lust for power. Against this treacherous backdrop, a complex web of alliances, rivalries, and forbidden love threatens to upend the fragile balance of power. As bullets fly and bodies drop, the question remains: who will emerge victorious, and at what cost?" -𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐉𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 -𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧 -𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐢 -𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡

Dunk Natachai was the kind of boy you built a life around-gentle, devoted, quietly radiant. A loving househusband and doting father, he gave up everything for Pond Naravit, his college sweetheart turned husband. Together, they had the perfect life-until Dunk's nosebleeds returned. Stage IV leukemia. Six months to live. He doesn't tell Pond. But that same day, Dunk sees Pond through a restaurant window-smiling, laughing, kissing Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Dunk's childhood best friend. He walks away, heart splintering, and begins a secret bucket list for the time he has left-with one final plea: Take care of Ashton when I'm gone. What he doesn't expect is Joong Archen, Pond's college best friend, to return-with old feelings that never truly died. Or that Phuwin, too, has loved him all along. That his kiss with Pond was a desperate mistake born not from love-but heartbreak. As secrets unravel and truths come to light, three men will break. One will fade. And Pond will realize too late that the love of his life was slipping away in silence. Before the Last Snow is a devastating tale of love betrayed, unspoken devotion, and the quiet bravery of saying goodbye.

Joong Knight is a cold, ruthless CEO known for crushing deals and never smiling-until the night he tastes the best fried chicken of his life in a hole-in-the-wall shop. Behind the counter? Dunk Moreau-grease-stained shirt, cocky grin, and thighs that could end empires. One bite turns into obsession. Now Joong's rearranging board meetings, buying out real estate, and making billion-dollar moves just to be near the man who doesn't even know he's being hunted admired. Dunk just wants to run his chicken shop in peace. But with a hot, mysterious suit showing up daily and watching him like he's the last meal on earth, peace is officially off the menu. When obsession meets temptation, and fried chicken meets forbidden heat- Will Jett run from the man with too much power and too many feelings? Or will he let himself be devoured, body and heart? "Thighs & Ties" is a spicy BxB romantic comedy full of greasy fingers, CEO thirst, clingy obsession, and the kind of heat that only happens in and out of the kitchen.

They say love is patient. Love is kind. But whatever Pond and Phuwin have? It's *neither.* Ever since they were kids, Pond and Phuwin have been each other's biggest headache. They bicker like it's a sport, glare like it's a habit, and compete in *everything.* So naturally... their families decide to force them into marriage. For tradition. For family business. For chaos. 😌 Now stuck in an engagement they never asked for, sharing space, showing up in public like a *"happy couple,"* and trying *very* hard not to kill each other, they both come to one horrifying realization: **This hate might not be hate at all.** And falling for your enemy? That was never part of the deal.

One stormy night, Phuwin's peaceful life is shattered when a bloodied stranger crashes through his window- hurt, and asking for shelter. He doesn't ask questions. Just gives him warmth, bandages, and silence. The stranger says he doesn't remember anything. But Pond remembers everything-especially the boy with kind eyes and a quiet home that feels like safety. And once he's tasted peace... he's not ready to let it go. "I know I'm not good. But I feel safe with you. So please... just let me stay."

°^★|| Pondphuwin ||★^° When fate binds them together in a bond they never imagined.... where one was happy and want to give his life a chance while thinking that maybe after marriage his life will change.... for good maybe.... And the other who was forced into a bond he never wanted but to accept~ Will pond ever be able to love someone.... and if he receive love from someone.... will he be able to cherish in a way it should be~ *Was it Convincing.... maybe but read the prologue maybe it'll convince you to read the story* ⚠️ Disclaimer ⚠️ -Contain Male Pregnancy~ -Attempt to Rape~ Here I'm gonna make Phuwin's character extra innocent, a bit of feminine (just wedding dress you know) and fragile so if you're not comfortable with it then.... sorry but this story is not for you and if you are then Enjoyyyyyy~ ##Hashtags## #1-pondphuwin (27June-6 July) 2025

What a butthead? No thank you, no sorry. "Excuse me Mr I think I deserve a thank you and an apology from you." His grey eyes looked at me in disbelief. "For what?", he asked. "For being a total..", I closed the little girl's ears."For being a total jerk and arrogant bastard to me." "What did you say?", his eyes portrayed icy arctic coldness. "I said the truth, you jerk." "You don't want to mess with me, man.", his voice was deadly yet low. I let out a mock chuckle."You are talking as if you're the king of the world. Your ego can't go higher, can it? Who are you anyway?"

Joong just wants to expand his company. Dunk just wants his family to accept he's not into girls. Their plan? Marry their fiancés, shake hands, and live happily ever after. But NO thanks to a VERY overworked registrar and a wedding certificate mix-up, guess who ends up coincidentally married? Two guys who can't stand each other, now stuck as husbands! As if that wasn't bad enough, their families are rivals, the media is loving this disaster, and they have to keep up the act... for their BROTHERS' sake. Joong's closeted little bro, Pond, has been secretly dating Dunk's out-and-proud brother, Phuwin, for two years. And now, they just can't find the right time to tell anyone because, well... THIS! What will happen when two opposite people in terms of sexuality, life style choices, belief and behavior decide to join hands for the sake of bringing their families at peace to help their brothers get together? Because it's Bros before Vows.

Meet Joong, a guy who enjoys short relationships that only last a month or even just a week. His friend, Pond, tells him that if he keeps this up, he won't find someone to settle down with. One day, Joong finds a nice flower shop. Planning to buy roses to impress another girl, he notices the person at the counter, Dunk. Dunk looks more feminine, making Joong think he's flirting with a girl and decides to chat him up.

The streets were loud. Always loud. Always hungry. Dunk's body ached. His stomach had stopped growling days ago - as if even it had given up. The city didn't care who fell on its concrete. Not when there were parties to attend and purses to clutch. He sat curled against a rusted lamppost, wrapped in a rag that used to be a shirt, eyes barely open, mind long past caring. The world had turned grayscale. Then it happened. A voice-young, sharp, bubbling with laughter-floated from across the sidewalk. Talk of brands and boutiques, a string of designer names like spells: "Prada, Gucci, Balenciaga-no, not that again, please-" and then... footsteps slowed. A boy, maybe 14, with warm skin and a smile too bright for this city, stepped forward. He wasn't dressed in gold, but his confidence shimmered. His eyes flickered to Dunk, just for a second. He didn't say a word. He just walked up, pulled out a packet of food from his glittery tote bag, and placed it beside Dunk. Then a folded bill-crisp, blue, too generous. He turned, already laughing again with his friends as they walked away. He never looked back. But Dunk... Dunk never stopped looking. ⸻ Thirteen years later. The party pulsed like a vein, neon and expensive. Chandeliers trembled with bass. Flutes of champagne floated past on silver trays. Everyone glittered, but no one glowed. Dunk stood by the entrance in a tailored black-on-black ensemble that screamed "touch me and die, but take a photo first." A soft silk scarf looped around his neck like smoke. Rings on every finger. The room shrank when he walked in. "Who invited the bodyguard in Chanel?" a voice snapped across the room. Dunk's eyes turned, slow and hungry. There he was. Joong. Older. Wilder. Dressed like sin on sale. Lips curled in mischief, eyes narrowed like he already knew he'd be the problem tonight. Dunk's breath didn't hitch. He didn't melt. He smiled.