Lingling Kwong is an infamous heart surgeon - dominant, flirtatious, and used to getting exactly what she wants. But the new dermatologist at the hospital, Orm Sethratanapong, doesn't fall for her charm, apparently. Disclaimer: This is nothing serious-just a story I started plotting during one of my many visits to the ER. I write it during my train rides to work, mostly to pass time and pretend I'm being productive (when I am not asleep, of course). Please adjust expectations accordingly 🫡🚆💉

Thailand's youngest Prime Minister, Lingling, has dedicated her life to politics, leaving no room for distractions. But a night in Paris with the world's most sought-after supermodel, Orm, threatens to unravel everything she's built.

The Season We Fell Silent is a heart-wrenching sapphic drama about a crumbling marriage, a love that never left, and the silence that hid a dying truth. When Orm asks for a divorce, she doesn't know Ling is terminally ill and preparing to say goodbye. But as secrets unravel and love resurfaces, they must fight for a second chance... before time runs out.

Orm Sethratanapong-spoiled, sassy, and utterly unapologetic-finds herself at the center of a public scandal after an outrageous, champagne-fueled catfight at a rooftop bar. To contain the damage, her family hires Bangkok's top lawyer, Lingling Kwong-a cold, razor-sharp professional who just wants to clean up the mess and move on. But what happens when the fixer becomes the problem? Just a heads up! This story might include some steamy moments or mature themes (👹). Nothing too wild, but read at your own discretion!

In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.