Dunk looked up into those emotionless, dark eyes, feeling the sheer size and power of the man hovering over him. His breath hitched as Joong thrust, a heavy, unyielding motion that seemed to claim Dunk's very soul. "You're supposed to protect me..." "I am....angel," Joong whispered, his thumb slowly brushing away a tear from Dunk's cheek before sliding down to lightly encircle his throat. "From the board, from the killers, from your own empire. But in this room, Dunk, I am the only law. You don't need protection from your owner ----- Dunk never wanted the empire. Born into one of the most powerful business families, his life was built on expectations instead of freedom. Silence became survival, and obedience became the only choice. Everything changes after an attack meant to threaten his family leaves Dunk vulnerable for the first time. No longer just an heir, he becomes a target. His father responds with control. That's when Joong enters his life. Cold, unreadable, and dangerously disciplined, Joong is assigned as Dunk's personal bodyguard. He's supposed to protect him-nothing more. But constant proximity slowly turns tension into something darker. Because Joong doesn't just become Dunk's shield. He becomes his greatest danger. At first, Dunk hates the suffocating presence beside him-the control, the way Joong watches him like he might shatter. Yet somewhere between danger and routine, resentment turns into awareness, and awareness into something far more dangerous. As boundaries blur between protection and obsession, loyalty and possession, Dunk finds himself trapped in a world where trust breaks easily and love feels destructive. In the middle of power, betrayal, and control, the closer they get, the harder it becomes to escape each other. And even when everything falls apart- Dunk still chooses him. Even if it destroys him

The saying that time heals everything is fake. Do you think a 31 year old Dunk Natachai already feels fine with the mention or even a slight memory of his ex-boyfriend and his first love, Joong Archen, after thirteen years of not meeting his first heartbreak? No, he is not. Their story started when they were both still high school students who think that the world can be the way they wanted it to be and everything will be okay at the end. Innocent little kids, they learned their lessons back then. And after so many evening skies have passed between them, their story envelops once again. This time, they are adult enough to realize that they can't change the world, but still, there is some hope for the people who pray sincerely for it. Can they have their happy ending this time? [a JoongDunk Fanfiction]

A ruthless mafia boss hiding in plain sight. An undercover cop consumed by a feral obsession. Dunk thought he was hiring a bodyguard. A human shield to protect him from the crossfire of the underground. He didn't know he was inviting his worst enemy and the greatest predator right into his bedroom. Joong thought he was playing a role. A calculated seduction to dismantle a criminal empire from the inside out. He didn't know he was about to risk his career, his freedom, and his life for the very man he was supposed to put in chains. In a world where one wrong move means death, falling in love is the most dangerous crime of all.

Overlay [verb]: to cover something with a layer of something else Everyone has their dirty little secret, right? An ordinary office worker like Dunk Natachai also has one thing that he keeps for himself for so long, it is his guilty pleasure. And it was all fine until one day his path collided again with an A-list actor singer named Joong Archen who looks like has so many problems in his hands. They meet, they talk, they kiss, they fight, they have sex, and they... share another dirty little secret, but this time, together.

Joong Archen works at the Natachai company as nothing more than a regular employee. Quiet. Poor. Easy to overlook. Dunk Natachai is the chairman's son - rich, beautiful, reckless, and the kind of person who treats love like a game he already won before it even started. And Joong falls for him anyway. Not because Dunk is kind. Not because Dunk deserves it. But because Dunk knows exactly how to make himself feel impossible to leave. A soft voice after midnight. A jealous look that lasts one second too long. A kiss that feels real until morning comes and Dunk pretends it meant nothing. That is how he keeps Joong. Never enough to call it love. Always enough to keep him waiting. While Dunk disappears into other nights, other people, other bodies, Joong stays behind rebuilding the pieces of himself Dunk keeps breaking apart. Because the cruelest thing about Dunk is not that he hurts Joong. It is that he knows exactly how much Joong loves him - and uses it anyway. But love built on crumbs cannot survive forever. And one day, after too many lies and too many chances, Joong reaches the point where he still loves Dunk... ...but cannot survive him anymore. And for the first time in his life, Dunk Natachai learns that sometimes the person who forgives the most is also the one who leaves for real. _______ Story wish inspired by: @odronatachai ♡ Thank you for trusting me with your idea and letting me turn it into something of my own. While the original inspiration came from the request above, the entire storyline, plot, character development, emotional arcs, scenes, dialogues, and overall structure of this AU were fully created and written by me.

Dunk Natachai is a man defined by his empathy, a surgeon who mends what others have broken. Archen Aydin is a man defined by his void, a husband living a lie in a sterile, loveless marriage. When a routine procedure brings them together, the boundary between doctor and patient dissolves into a dangerous, suffocating obsession. Dunk is used to saving lives, but he has no idea that the man he is falling for is the one who takes them.

Long before the rich scent of vanilla bean and spun sugar filled La Crème de la Crème, the universe played a quiet, ruthless game of balance. There were three players, though none sat at the same table. I. The Prisoner of Memory: Inside the painted Chateau de la Lune, the clock had been dead for a hundred years. Joong, a Vampire King five centuries old, stood before the grand, symmetrical windows. He had broken the fabric of time to keep a single night alive, only to be trapped inside his own creation. Outside his painted cage, his kingdom-the Stilled Val-Noctis-was burning. His ruthless step-brother, Dew, sat as a false regent on a stolen throne, while Joong's last loyal vanguards, Gemini and Fourth, fought a desperate, century-long shadow war to keep the true King's legacy alive. While he was doomed to eternally relive the exquisite elegance of a world without the man who painted it. II. The Architect of Balance: Far away, in the starless cracks of the cosmos, the Ancient One kept watch. He was the enforcer of nature's laws, the one who locked the cage. He did not sleep, nor did he care for the petty, bloody wars of vampires. He knew that even immortals have a fatal flaw, and he waited for the inevitable moment the frozen King would find a new reason to hope-so he could finally strike. III. The Key: Decades later, the warm aroma of caramelized sugar filled the brightly lit kitchen of La Crème de la Crème. Dunk wiped a streak of flour from his forehead, listening to the quiet, comforting hum of his ovens. He was just a brilliant pastry chef, fiercely protected by his closest friends, Phuwin and Pond-a defector vampire and his human anchor who hid in the daylight. Dunk remained completely unaware of their cold skin, just as he was unaware that the blood in his own veins was the ink of an ancient spell. What happens when a universe built on absolute balance collides with a mortal who doesn't know those rules exist? The clock starts ticking.

Joong rules the Bangkok underground. Undefeated on the asphalt, lethal in the fighting cages, and universally feared on his university campus, he is untouchable. He has never lost a fight, and he has certainly never lost a race-until a nameless, masked driver in a borrowed Supra tears his perfect streak to shreds and vanishes into the neon-lit night, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of expensive fabric softener and a bruised ego. Dunk Boonprasert is the picture of aristocratic perfection. As the tightly controlled son of a powerful governor, his daytime life is a suffocating series of rules, expectations, and icy indifference. But underneath the tailored clothes and deadpan exterior lies "Nova"-a legendary, adrenaline-fueled street racer from the northern mountains who uses the asphalt as his only escape. Now, Joong is utterly obsessed. Driven by wounded pride and a dark, consuming fascination, he is determined to tear the city apart to find the phantom who humiliated him on his own track. What the undisputed king of the streets doesn't realize is that the ghost he is hunting isn't hiding in the shadows. He is sitting right next to him in his daytime engineering lectures, hiding behind a flawless, untouchable mask of wealth. A dangerous, high-stakes game of cat and mouse begins-and the only thing moving faster than the cars is their inevitable collision.

In the sleek, cold marble of their shared penthouse, Joong Archen-a charismatic music producer who moves through women like he moves through melodies-looks at his best friend, Dunk "Lumi" Natachai. ​"Twenty-seven, Lumi," Joong teases, tossing a towel at him after a workout. "A literal genius, a millionaire, and you're still a virgin. You're waiting for a miracle that isn't coming. Let me set you up tonight at the party. It's time you lived a little." Joong thinks it's a joke. He thinks Dunk is just "too focused on code." He has no idea that Dunk is a virgin because he is saving himself for a man who tells him about his girlfriends every morning. Dunk isn't waiting for a miracle; he's waiting for the pain to stop. What happens when a brilliant, introverted computer engineer who has spent nineteen years "erasing" his unrequited love for his best friend is forced to face the truth when a drunken mistake, a deleted CCTV file, and a persistent "midnight memory" collide.

They made it out. But survival is not the same thing as peace. Outside Black Halo, the world is wider, colder, and far less merciful than any of them imagined. The people who escaped are no longer trapped behind one institution's walls - but they are still trapped inside everything that place turned them into. Old loyalties deepen. New fractures open. Love becomes more desperate, more obsessive, more painful than before. And the line between devotion and destruction grows thinner with every step forward. Black Halo - Book 2: Tied to Me is not about healing. It is about what remains after the cage breaks - and the terrifying ways people cling to each other when they no longer know how to survive alone.