A YinWar omegaverse fanfic 🔞🔞🔞

"Eight years apart. A crown on his head. A blade in his hand. But no distance could erase the king's obsession... " "He left to protect the kingdom. He prayed to be forgotten. But the king never forgot him - and obsession never dies." Vegas sit on the throne. To the world, he is a ruthless king, praised for his brilliance and feared for his cruelty. To Pete, he should have been nothing more than a distant memory. But Vegas never forgot. Not the boy who adore him, not the soldier who defied him, not the only one who dared to laugh at a prince. To the king, Pete was never just a general-he was an obsession carved into his very soul... The kingdom kneels at his feet, but he only wishes to kneel before his knight. And nothing can stop the king to get his knight.. The knight also can't stop the king...

You left me like I meant nothing.You said I was just an experiment,a memory.Even after all the shit you pulled, I tried to talk to you War, asked you why you did it. You just walked away and said nothing.Now, who gave you the right to even question me. If not for that women death I never would want to see your face . . Once, Yin and War burned brighter than the world could handle. But years of silence, betrayal, and secrets left nothing but ashes between them. Now, tragedy pulls them back into each other's orbit-one as the investigator, the other as the prime suspect. Old wounds reopen. Hidden truths unravel. And the love they thought was dead flickers again in the darkest of places. But can love survive when trust is shattered... or will they only end up destroying each other all over again?

Bangkok's underground racing scene isn't built for the faint of heart. It's a world of smoke, neon, and asphalt, where speed is survival and rivalry is the only law. Yin doesn't lose. Cold, strategic, and untouchable, he drives like every race is a calculation he's already solved. War doesn't play by the rules. Chaotic, magnetic, and reckless, he thrives on chaos, turning every track into a stage. When a crash brings them face-to-face, their rivalry is born in fire and gasoline. But beneath the roar of engines and the blaze of headlights, another kind of tension ignites, one neither of them can control. Enemies. Rivals. Lovers. Some lines should never be crossed, but on the track, and in the dark corners of Bangkok's nights, Yin and War are already burning past every limit. ⚠️ Disclaimer / Warning : This story is a work of fiction and is not connected in any way to the real lives of Yin Anan or War Wanarat. I deeply respect both artists, and this book is purely an imaginative creation. Additionally, this work contains mature themes and explicit content.

"You forgetting something?" Yin murmured, voice low and cleanly lethal. "I'm your husband." War's pulse jumped. He forced a grin. "Yeah, on paper." "I'm your husband," Yin said evenly. "On paper or not. And I can show you exactly what that means, right here, if you're confused." "What, you gonna bend me over the washing machine now?" His voice came out too thin, trying for sardonic and landing somewhere closer to pleading. "Tempting." Yin's lips curved into a slow, dark smile. "But a delicate thing like you couldn't take me dry and live to brag about it." ------------ Or, War has spent his whole life being told he was a disgrace. Now his family is parading him down the aisle like a prize - all because the heir to the Wong family happens to like men too. Yin Wong is polished, calculating, and so sinfully gorgeous it feels like a personal vendetta. He also treats their wedding like a merger, their marriage like a chore. And War hates him for it. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit.