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Thanat nicknamed Nut, has never believed in fairy tales.
Not in destiny.
Certainly not in fated love.
So when a massive white bear appears at his door in the dead of winter and offers a deal that could save his family, he accepts - not because he trusts magic, but because he'll do anything for the people he loves.
He expects danger.
He expects death.
He does not expect to fall asleep each night to the heat of a man's body pressed against his back.
But when the white bear who brought him to a magical mansion becomes a man in the dark -
a warm body against his back, a quiet voice at his ear, fingers trembling with restraint -
Thanat's world changes.
A voice soft enough to ruin him.
"Don't look at me," the prince whispers in the dark. "If you do... I'll lose you."
So they lie together - night after night, hands touching, breaths shared in the dark, every word, every kiss a temptation.
But in the dark, rules blur.
Breaths turn into whispers.
Whispers turn into confessions.
Confessions turn into the kind of breathless silences that mean don't move away.
So Thanat falls - slowly, stupidly, helplessly.
The prince is gentle.
The prince is lonely.
The prince holds him like he's something too precious to touch.
He asks for nothing.
He gives Thanat everything.
Until the night Thanat breaks the rules.
A single spark of candlelight.
A glimpse of a beautiful face.
A drop of wax -
And the prince is ripped away.
Taken by the Sorcerer-Queen.
Claimed as consort for her daughter.
Locked beyond reach in a palace of glass.
The palace feels cold.
The bed feels colder.
Thanat isn't a hero.
He isn't chosen.
He isn't destined.
He's just someone who was loved - truly, desperately - by a man who thought he was forbidden to be seen.
He will get his prince Pichetpong back.
Not because fate demands it.
But because someone who has been loved like that does not walk away.