'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost 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.

"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.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs? 𝘈 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘩𝘶𝘸𝘪𝘯/ Daydiesel 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

Perth had it al figured out; he'd just moved away from his hometown, started his dream job and was trying his best to build the best future possible for Domiia. Santa was doing all he could to keep up with the pressure of society; he just got his first job, recently moved into a small but cozy apartment and had secretly started dreaming of finding his forever partner. -or- Perth moves to a new town and, when he enrols Domiia in a new school, is met by no one else than his one-night stand from a week ago. !also posted on ao3 @/changlixue!

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"Only mine" said Aou. "I know. He knows. Rather everybody knows."said Boom. "And still you dare to get close to him" said Aou darkly. "I love Only you. " was the words Santa always tried to explain Perth. But he never believed. This changed him from an humble person to someone who loved him darkly. "Don't even dare to think about another man." Joong spoke . "Why can't you trust me? I only love you." Said Dunk "Just so you know. No one can touch you, not even look at you, so you better maintain distance. " said Pond to which Phuwin could only nod. A story of four friends always together fell in love with four friends younger than them. But the dark , possessive side of the tops started feeling too much for some ordinary life. Aouboom, Perthsanta, Pondphuwin, Joongdunk. #2 asthetic on 30.12.25 #2 thai on 11.01.26 #1 joongdunk on 24.01.26