Just a continuation of what happened in ep 1 𝜗ৎ

They were never supposed to cross that line - but some rules aren't meant to hold. Perth Tanapon builds his world on order. Santa Pongsapak lives to break it. Somewhere between sharp words and quiet nights, rivalry turns into something they can't quite define. It's messy. It's dangerous. It's theirs. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive gently - it crashes, and you learn to love the wreckage it leaves behind.

The air in the all-boys dormitory was thick with the scent of alphas. Perth, a disciplined alpha, knew the rules: omegas were forbidden here. So why was his new beta roommate, Santa, setting off every one of his instincts? Santa was too pretty, moving with a quiet grace that felt completely out of place. His scent was a distracting whisper of soap and sweet mango, not the neutral smell of a beta. He flinched at loud noises and filled their room with soft blankets and a jasmine plant. Perth watched him constantly, his alpha senses humming with a confused, protective urge. This wasn't a beta. The rules were being broken, and Perth was the only one who seemed to know.

PerthSanta AU where a game of restraint turns into a battle of flames.

One quiet night, Perth's gentle care proves love is the best medicine.

Santa's jealousy has teeth. One touchy classmate is all it takes for him to storm across the cafeteria, climb into Perth's lap, and decide the whole campus needs a live demonstration of who Perth belongs to. What starts with a very public lap-sitting claim ends with Santa crying pretty on Perth's cock, marked inside and out, and still too greedy to let go.

Santa came here wanting noise, a night spent dancing until nothing else mattered. Instead, he finds warmth, steady hands and a kiss that feels like the beginning of something he never planned for but needed so bad.

"Where the fuck is Perth? He's been afk for almost 10 minutes now." "I'm betting my 20,000 won in my wallet that he's getting his dick sucked behind the screen right now." "Fuck," A laughter rings in the background. "Why does that make sense? The bastard is muted too." Santa blushes profusely, an embarrassed whine slipping past his lips as he hides his face. His asshole of a boyfriend had the audacity to laugh behind him at that. "Well, it seems like he's not anymore." "Don't be rude and say hi to them, baby." "Bro, speak up and at least defend yourself if you're not gonna help us out here in the top lane. Jesus." "What? Phi..." "... Santa? Is that you?"

Quando um colega da universidade começou a dar em cima de Santa, a solução surgiu no impulso: dizer que ele já tinha namorado. O nome escolhido foi Perth. O problema é que o namoro não existia. É para piorar, Santa e Perth se odeiam. Agora, presos a uma mentira de emergência, ambos precisam conversar para resolver esse problema. Entre improvisos, encontros forçados e sentimentos fora do roteiro, Santa descobre que algumas mentiras salvam.

Atenção! Essa é apenas uma história fictícia criada por uma fã! Não envolve a vida pessoal de nenhum dos envolvidos na história. Obrigada pela atenção 🖤🤍 ( o seu voto é muito importante para que eu possa continuar ✨) Perth Tanapon, conhecido como o implacável chefe da máfia, conquistou poder e respeito apesar da pouca idade. Frio e calculista, sempre acreditou que nunca precisaria de alguém ao seu lado para manter o seu título. Mas tudo muda quando ele se vê obrigado a se casar com o herdeiro da família Pongsapak, em um acordo selado por contratos e interesses. Santa Pongsapak, ao contrário de Perth, sempre sonhou em dividir a vida com alguém - mas jamais imaginou que seu sonho se tornaria uma prisão. Unidos por um casamento indesejado, cercados por segredos, perigos e desconfiança, ambos precisarão decidir se o ódio será mais forte que a atração... ou se o amor pode nascer mesmo nos lugares mais sombrios.