Joong doesn't believe in love. He believes in loyalty. In violence. In silence. For years, he's built his empire with blood and broken bones - to keep his little brother, Phuwin, untouched by the world that ruined him. There's only one rule in his life: No one touches Phuwin. Not his enemies. Not strangers. Not even his best friend. Pond knows that rule better than anyone. And yet he looks. Just enough to piss Joong off. Just enough to remind him how thin the line between friendship and war can get. And Dunk? He was never meant to be part of this story. The boy behind the counter, smiling like nothing hurts. The man who built a restaurant Joong visits only with strangers. Dunk waits. Watches. Loves him in secret. And Joong- Joong looks right through him. Because Dunk is background noise. And Joong doesn't love. He uses. He leaves. He destroys. But love doesn't need permission. It festers in silence. It grows in the dark corners of late nights and long stares. It bleeds when Joong walks in with someone else and Dunk has to serve them like nothing inside him is breaking. And when violence comes closer- when Pond crosses a line that should never be crossed, when Dunk becomes a weapon instead of a man- Joong will learn what happens when something he never claimed is ripped away. Because this isn't a love story. It's a slow descent. A dangerous want. A promise of ruin. ⸻ A real dark romance - where loyalty is a knife, love is a trap, and one look can cost everything. (‼️Main Focus: JoongDunk‼️)

"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

The Archen estate is not a home. It's a gilded cage. Behind the polished walls and silk curtains, cruelty drips like poison into everything it touches. When the Archen family bought Dunk Natachai from his own blood, it wasn't a wedding - it was a transaction. A boy sold off to silence his father's debts, to seal a name that was never meant to be his. It should have been his sister. She's hated him ever since. But Joong saw Dunk once - one single look - and wanted him. So the house swallowed him whole. Dunk grew up in bruises and broken promises, in a family where love never came without pain. But nothing - nothing - could have prepared him for the Archen mansion. A house full of strangers with matching blood and blackened hearts. Grandfather to aunt, uncle to mother, father to siblings - they don't see him as a husband. They see him as property. An outsider. A servant with a ring on his finger. And every day, Joong - the golden son, the one who claimed him - holds Dunk with gentle hands and soft eyes. He speaks like love is enough. He doesn't hear the whispers behind the walls. He doesn't see what they do when he's gone. Dunk never tells him. So Dunk screams instead. He shatters plates and windows, throws furniture against walls that already suffocate him. He lashes out, he burns down every tender word Joong gives him. He's loud because it's the only way to still feel real. He's breaking because no one else will hear the sound of it. Joong loves him like he's something precious. Dunk hates him like he's the cage itself. This isn't a love story. It's a war inside a house that smiles for the world and bleeds behind closed doors.

"A haunting journey of love, survival, and sacrifice." Bangkok bleeds, and the shadows never forgive. Dunk and his younger brother Phuwin survived by hiding-but death has never been far behind. Their parents were slaughtered by the merciless mafia patriarch Naravit Letrakosum, and now his sons-cold-blooded Joong and seductive, dangerous Pond-drag them back into a world of violence, obsession, and betrayal. Gunfire tears through the night, loyalty is measured in blood, and every secret can kill. In a city where love is forbidden and survival is never certain, Dunk must protect Phuwin at all costs-or risk watching everything he holds dear turn to ash. "A story of two hearts bound by love, tested by survival, and scarred by sacrifice." In a world of blood and betrayal, who will survive-and at what cost? [ Book 1 of the Twisted Hearts Trilogy ] ✨ Pond × Phuwin ✨ Joong × Dunk

Their story began in darkness-war, hatred, and pain tearing them apart. Joong's relentless obsession and ruthless actions only deepened Dunk's anger and sorrow. Yet, as fate bound them together in marriage, neither could escape the other's presence. What started as forced companionship turned into reluctant understanding. Slowly, Dunk's heart, guarded by grief, began to soften, while Joong's obsession transformed into care and devotion. Through countless trials, misunderstandings, and silent sacrifices, their love grew stronger. In the end, the walls between them crumbled, and hatred gave way to trust. Their bond, forged in fire, became an eternal love neither time nor turmoil could break.

A new apartment. A cheap rent. A fresh start. That's all Dunk Natachai wanted after his breakup. But the neighbors aren't just strange - they're unsettling. Smiling too wide. Watching too closely. Calling him things he never told them. And next door lives Joong Archen. A man who never leaves traces. A name whispered in FBI files. A ghost who shouldn't exist. Dunk's best friend swears it's safe. Dunk wants to believe him. But when the walls feel too thin, the hallways too quiet, and the neighbors too interested... He realizes he didn't move into a home. He stepped into a cage.

Joong has two problems. One: His ex-boyfriend is marrying his cousin. Two: His grandma will hand the family empire to said cousin unless Joong proves he's in a serious relationship. Naturally, the solution is to hire a fake boyfriend. Enter Dunk: barista, blunt-tongued, gorgeous, and alarmingly good at kissing like he means it. Joong expected this to be business-only. A few hand-holds, some couple selfies, pretend-giggling. No feelings. No... moaning in expensive bathrooms. But Dunk is too calm, too honest, too firm with those hands and that voice. And Joong? Joong's forgetting this is fake. Especially when Dunk says things like: "If we're going to sell it, we better kiss again. Practice, right?" A fake relationship. A nosy family. One wedding, endless sexual tension, and a hundred chances to fall stupidly in love. Warning: May contain intense hand-holding, emotionally blunt tops, closet makeouts, surprise orgasms, and one (1) very betrayed cat.

Joong Archen is Asia's most adored pop idol - golden boy on stage, but behind the glittering spotlight lurks a man consumed by obsession. For months, he's stalked the country's rising supermodel, Dunk, collecting fragments of his life like treasures. His obsession isn't just a secret-it's the only thing keeping him alive. But Joong isn't the only one watching. Dunk has secrets of his own: while cameras worship him, he's been quietly, silently, just as fixated on Joong. Every move, every glance, every breath, Dunk craves it. Their obsession is mutual-though neither knows the full extent of the other's darkness. Everything shatters the night Joong catches another shadow following Dunk-Mirabell, a dangerously unhinged fan who will do anything to possess him. To save Dunk (and to keep him for himself), Joong makes a choice: kidnapping. Only, to his surprise, Dunk doesn't resist. He wants it. He's been waiting for it. As the walls close in, Joong and Dunk spiral into a twisted, erotic dance of obsession, violence, and desire-two stalkers bound together by love that is anything but pure. Their romance deepens in captivity, their hunger for each other consuming, unhinged, and impossible to control. But Mirabell won't stop until Dunk is hers, even if it means blood on her hands. And in the shadows of fame and insanity, Joong and Dunk discover something terrifyingly beautiful: they're each other's perfect monster. A GHOSTSHIP BUILT ON OBSESSION. A RHYMING FATE: JOONG AND DUNK. A LOVE STORY SHARP AS GLASS AND HOT AS FIRE.

In a world where Omegas are bound by tradition and Alphas rule with instinct, Dunk was supposed to follow the rules: obey his family, accept his fate, and marry the Alpha chosen for him. But Dunk refuses. He will not be just another pawn in a game written for him. Joong, the Alpha destined to be his mate, is everything Dunk resents - proud, untouchable, commanding. Yet every glance, every brush of hands, every shared breath ignites something dangerous and irresistible between them. In a society where instinct battles desire and tradition fights freedom, can an Omega truly choose... or will the Alpha always win?