"Why do the heroes always get the happy ending?" "Why can't villains have one, too?" In almost every story, the hero walks away with a happy ending....with or without the girl. But Sky couldn't stop thinking about the villains. Weren't they all just broken people underneath? Why was the world always so cruel to them? People love to say villains aren't born, they're made. But if everyone knows that, why does no one treat them like it? He was tired of the same old story. He wanted to break the pattern.

Two enemies. One contract. Zero self-control. To survive the semester, Niran and Pete sign a strict, no-strings-attached agreement: enemies with benefits. No feelings. Just raw, unadulterated stress relief. The contract is signed, the door is locked, and Pete is about to show his president exactly what happens when you play dirty. But what happens when they break the very rules they made themselves? _ "Better, Mr. President?" Pete whispered. "Fuck you," Niran choked out, a raw, ragged sound as Pete's hands gripped his hips, pulling him impossibly closer in the dark. "Seriously. Fuck you, Pete!" "You already said that," Pete growled. "And you already are." Dive in for a very sexy ride everyone😉🫶

"Don't you want to know if it's poisoned or not, Wongravee?" "Why don't you try it first, Hirunkit?" Sky Wongravee is a former street fighter who clawed his way out of the dirt. He's quiet and guarded, protecting an empire built on grit. But behind his calm face, he's hiding a secret his enemies never saw coming. Across from him is Nani Hirunkit, the psychopathic heir to an empire he was born to rule. While Sky is the grit, Nani is the polish. They are the two forces leading Bangkok, locked in a rivalry where the only thing more dangerous than the war is the truth Sky is desperate to keep buried. ⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, (smut) heavy trauma, strong language, violence, and toxic dynamics.

collection of sweet & spicy wu oneshots:3 -Etherelia<3 Writing wu my way cuz I couldn't direct it- basically what would happen if wu was a BL and I made it~ [based on the show's real timeline] 18+ NSFW warnings Both NiranPete/PeteNiran switch themes included.

A quiet arranged marriage between Sky, a structured 32-year-old lawyer who trusts logic over emotion, and Nani, a 25-year-old fashion designer with a soft heart and guarded trust, slowly transforms into something neither planned. Surrounded by chaos, family, and buried pasts, they learn love is not chosen-it's stayed in.

As the youngest son of the Hirunkit family-Thailand's most powerful Alpha bloodline-Nani was promised a life of absolute privilege, stability, and love. That promise shattered the day he presented as an Omega. Viewed as a stain on the family legacy, Nani became a secret science experiment. For years, he endured agonizing biological trials and medically induced comas designed to rewrite his nature. But when the experiments failed, his family buried the truth. They claimed he was simply sick, locked him behind a mask of heavy, experimental and dangerous suppressants, and demanded perfection. Desperate to escape the suffocation and pain, Nani secured a scholarship and fled to Hong Kong. His goal was simple: survive, make a name for himself, and prove to the family who discarded him that he was still worthy of their love-even as an Omega. But what he doesn't know is that his time is running out. Years of brutal medical abuse have pushed his body to its absolute limit. The toxic overload of suppressants is failing, triggering blinding headaches, violent fainting spells, and a leaking scent he can no longer control. That is where he meets Sky Wongravee. At just twenty-five, Sky is a ruthless Alpha who gained control of his family's massive business empire after his parents died in a violent crash. He is everything Nani is pretending to be, genuinely powerful, fiercely independent, and undisputed. Genuinely afraid of anyone finding out his secret, Nani makes it his absolute mission to stay invisible and keep his distance. But while caught in Sky's orbit, Nani's carefully constructed facade completely unravels-forcing a dangerous shift in dynamics where secrets start to come up, and vulnerability turns from a death sentence to genuine care... and even love.

A low-level Omega executioner Nani, whose poisonous scent has been used by the crown to secretly execute far too many rogue Alphas in the palace dungeons, had finally run dry, and was about to be discarded by the corrupt royal council to rot in the city slums. It happened during a grand banquet celebrating Prince Sky's arranged engagement to a foreign princess. A rogue Alpha assassin breaks through the glass ceiling, launching a surprise attack with a poisoned blade aimed squarely at the heir's throat. Nani, who was standing in the shadows waiting to be thrown out of the palace at dawn, jumps in on pure muscle memory and saves him. Using the absolute last bit of his venomous scent to induce sudden heart failure in the attacker, Nani kills the Alpha assassin mid-strike. But in doing so, he runs out of every ounce of his remaining biological energy. His burnt-out body completely gives up, his heart stumbles, and he collapses limply onto the polished marble floor. The prince, shocked and driven by a sudden, protective surge of raw Alpha instinct, immediately surges forward through the screaming crowd and grabs him before he hits the ground. Then it happens. The string. It forms violently right before the eyes of the court-manifesting not as a soft red ribbon, but as an ancient, blinding golden thread that erupts from Nani's scarred wrist and wraps tightly around Sky's, fusing their life forces together. Fated. God-gifted. Unbreakable. Mates.

A small credit note 💛 This story was inspired by the amazing creativity [skynani clan ]. I took inspiration from their CEO × Model concept and Mafia/CEO theme while creating my own characters, storyline, and imagination. Thank you for allowing me to take inspiration from your idea. Please support the original creator as well. ✨ This story is about two different people from different worlds. People's lives are different, but something links them. Sky Wongravee, CEO of a big fashion company, has a cold-hearted personality and an aura that can kill anyone with just one graze. And on the other side, Nani Hirunkit, a model sassy one who knows how to shut people's mouths. Nani is the most famous model of the company. But this is not that personality; both of them hide something from themselves. Want to know how their world links not just fashion but obsession and possession, something that Nani never thought of. Disclaimer This story contains manipulation and violence.🔞 slow burn and maybe assault And also it's my second time writing, so if it has any issue, please tell me politely. No rubbish language, OK? Or else be ready to face me, only for those who use rubbish language, not my girliess.

Prince Sky was destined to become the greatest king his people had ever known...and to spend his life without a mate. Nani, an omega assassin raised among vampires, had already rejected the mate fate gave him and wanted nothing more to do with wolves or their cruel goddess. But when their paths cross, and fate so cruelly tests Nani, the unmated prince and him are drawn together in a way neither of them can explain. The goddess promised Sky would rule alone. She never promised he would never fall in love.

Nani never stepped into danger on purpose. He simply existed too softly in a world that punished softness. And that was enough to be noticed. He thought he was starting a job-just another office, just another routine, just another life where nothing extraordinary was supposed to happen. But the truth is, some lives are already written long before you open the first page... and his had Saint's name pressed quietly into the margins like a warning no one bothered to read aloud. Saint was not just a man. He was what remained when mercy stopped being useful. A name whispered in boardrooms and buried in underground reports that were never supposed to exist. On paper, a chairman. And then there was Nani. Unaware. Ordinary. Smiling in a way that didn't understand consequences. That was the problem. Because Saint remembered him. Not as he was now-but as something fragile he once held in a past that never fully let him go. A memory stitched into obsession so quietly it stopped feeling like memory at all and started feeling like ownership. Years passed, the world shifted, but Saint never replaced what he once decided was important. He only waited for it to return. And when it did, he didn't hesitate. He never does. But Saint isn't the only thing watching. Something else is learning Nani's habits like prayer. His routines like scripture. The way he breathes, the way he pauses, the way he exists when he thinks no one is looking. A presence without name, without mercy, without restraint-obsessing not from duty or protection, but from desire that has rot in it. Because love in this world is never clean. It is surveillance. It is possession. It is the slow realization that you were never living your life freely-you were simply waiting to be noticed by the wrong kind of devotion. And once Saint sees you... He doesn't let go. But once the other one sees you... He doesn't share. And you don't get to choose which of them ruins you. Only how soon.