Synopsis- Teetee Nimitparkpoom was never meant to belong in a world like Vesper. A scholarship student with a rebellious past, a passion for art, and a life built around survival, underground racing, and fighting for himself, Teetee enters Vesper International Academy - a world where wealth, reputation, and family names decide everything. At the center of Vesper is Por Jirachotikul, the academy's untouchable golden boy and one of the heirs of the powerful Jirachotikul empire. Beautiful. Privileged. Desired by everyone. But behind the perfect image lies a world Teetee knows nothing about. A world of influence, secrets, and power. Unlike everyone else, Teetee does not care about Por's name or status. He refuses to treat him like royalty, becoming the first person to challenge the life Por has always known. What starts as rivalry between two completely different worlds slowly turns into a connection neither of them can control. As Teetee and his friends uncover the truth behind Vesper's elite, they discover that the people who seem untouchable may be hiding the most dangerous secrets. Welcome to Vesper. Welcome to CRASHOUT.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look