Bir neçə saniyə keçməmişdi ki dodaqlarımı dodaqlarının arasında tapdım. O an heçnə vecimə deyildi. Nə tanımadığım bir oğlanla öpüşməyim, nə də hər an içəri girəcək olan birinin bizi görməyi. DİQQƏT: Hekayə əyləncə məqsədiylə yazılmışdır. Narahat olacaq şəxslər oxumasın.

Six idiots. One friend group. Zero brain cells. A reckless bet, terrible decisions, unexpected feelings, and a month full of absolute chaos ~ Because passing university was never the hard part. Surviving each other is...!!!!

"So, let me get this straight," Phuwin says with furrowed brows as he places his iced Americano down on the table. "You met this random guy at a restaurant while you're tipsy and decided to sleep with him for three weeks in a row?" he asks-more like echoes-in disbelief.

Ayni mahallede birbirleriyle büyüyen iki gencin hikayesi. ⚠️Bilgilendirme⚠️ Gerçeklikle hiçbir alakası yoktur. İşin makarasındayız, eğlenip geçiyoruz. Böyle şeylerle eğlenmiyorsanız niye buradasınız yürüyün gidin, teşekkürler🙏🏽

Perth plays guitar, sings like a sin, and walks around like he's above it all. I'm Santa - dancer, chaos incarnate, and unfortunately very into emotionally unavailable men with nice hands. He's the cold, untouchable rockstar of campus. I'm the loud, unbothered showstopper who never knows when to quit. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burn collision. And I'm not walking away without leaving a mark.

"It was just a stupid dare. One kiss to whoever walked into the club first. I didn't know it'd be him-the same man who now has me pressed against his penthouse window asking if I still like playing games." Santa's job is to sparkle on stage. Perth's job is to control everything behind the scenes. One kiss in a club sparks a fire neither of them can put out. Now, under flashing lights and closed doors, they navigate a dangerous game of desire, denial, and dominance. He wears suits like armor. Santa wears glitter like war paint. Behind the mic, he's a star. Beneath the suit, Perth is losing control. One's chasing fame. The other's chasing him.

"If you're trying to intimidate me, Mr. Tanapon..." "Oh, I'm not trying. I already have you flustered." Perth Tanapon, Bangkok's ruthless real estate king, doesn't do distractions-until he walks in. Santa Pongsapak, CEO of luxury jewelry brand Muse, returns to Bangkok for his father's gala-poised, powerful, and not here to fall in love. Two CEOs. One city. The deal? Pure tension. The risk? Catching feelings. This isn't just business. It's a powerplay.

⚠️This is a continuation from "Yours, Always" A café built from survival. A child who looks too familiar. A man who never stopped loving. They are living good lives. They are surviving. But love unresolved does not disappear. It waits. What was taken apart by fear will meet again.

In a world where power, status, and desire intertwine, some people play the game... and some become it. Santa is everything people talk about - rich, elegant, dangerously attractive, and impossible to ignore. An omega who knows his worth and isn't afraid to use it. Love? He tried it once... and it left scars he hides behind smirks, flirtation, and a reputation no one dares to question. Now, he plays - never stays. Perth is the opposite kind of danger. An alpha who doesn't need to prove anything. Calm, powerful, and always in control, he has just returned to Thailand to take his rightful place in his family's empire. Loyalty runs in his veins, and emotions? He keeps them where they belong - locked away. Two worlds. Two personalities. One game neither of them planned to lose. Santa never intended to fall. But what happens when the player becomes the one being played? ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature (+21) themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and dynamics that may not be suitable for all readers. Please read at your own discretion. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, and situations are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

Santa used to think love was something distant-something other people had, something soft and safe that never quite reached him. Not until Perth. Perth, who had always been there. Perth, his older brother Pond's best friend. The boy who grew into a man right before Santa's eyes. The one who ruffled his hair, called him Santy, treated him like something fragile, something to protect. His nong. His baby brother. And Santa... he let him. For years, he stayed in that place-small, quiet, tucked safely in Perth's shadow. Loving him silently. Hopelessly. But time doesn't keep people the same. Because one day, Santa stops being "Santy." He walks into college taller, sharper, his softness turned into something dangerously beautiful. Eyes follow him now-hungry, curious, wanting. Hands linger too long. Voices whisper. Everyone suddenly sees him. Everyone except Perth. And that-that is what makes something ugly start to grow inside Santa's chest. Because how dare the world look at him like he's something to be taken... while the only person he has ever wanted still looks at him like he's just a child? Santa doesn't want to be protected anymore. He wants to be seen. He wants to be wanted. And maybe-just maybe-he wants to burn everything down until Perth has no choice but to finally look at him... the way Santa has always looked at him.