A marriage of power. A war of hearts. And a love neither of them saw coming. Orm Kornnaphat and Lingling Kwong-two heirs from the most powerful families in the country-are forced into an arranged marriage to secure their families' legacy. But what was meant to be a cold, calculated business deal quickly turns into a dangerous game of power, desire, and undeniable attraction. What happens when the one person you swore to resist becomes the only one who truly sees you?

Lingling Kwong has always preferred the company of clay over people. As a reclusive pottery maker, she finds comfort in the quiet solitude of her studio, shaping imperfect yet soulful creations with her hands. Then Orm Kornnaphat walks in-poised, elegant, and entirely out of place. She requests a set of tea cups, "simple, but with character," and keeps finding excuses to return, drawn to Lingling's world in ways she doesn't fully understand. What begins as a business transaction slowly turns into something deeper, unspoken but undeniable. But both women carry pasts they don't talk about-Orm, bound by family expectations and obligations she can't escape, and Lingling, haunted by a life she once abandoned. As tensions rise and their connection is tested, they must decide: will they remain shaped by the past, or will they risk everything for something beautifully imperfect-something real? A slow-burn sapphic romance about love, art, and the quiet spaces in between

In the rush of a chaotic morning, Orm Kornnaphat and Ying find themselves running against time, but things take an unexpected turn when Orm collides with a stranger at the corner of their building. The chance encounter sends the girl stumbling-only to be saved by Orm's quick reflexes. What should have been a simple apology turns into a moment of undeniable tension as Orm finds herself captivated by the stranger's beauty, completely at a loss for words. But the small girl isn't one to let it slide easily, her fiery retort, sharp gaze, and commanding presence catch Orm completely off guard. What starts as a collision might just be the start of something much bigger. This fic contains OrmLing and also LingOrm (I do not like patriarchy as one person only have to be a top or a bottom when in fact they are girlfriends x girlfriends, femxfem)

Lingling Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat were almost forever. Ten years of first love, then one breakup that shattered everything. Five years later, they live in different cities and different worlds. Ling hides behind charm and flirtation in Boston. Orm builds a quieter life in New York. Neither expects to see the other again. Then tragedy pulls them back into the same room and the same impossible responsibility. Their closest friends are gone, and their two year old daughter is suddenly placed in Ling and Orm's hands. They are not partners. They are not over each other. They are trying their best not to fall apart. Sometimes love returns in the most unexpected form, arriving not as a second chance but as a small child who needs them both. This is a story about heartbreak, found family, and the long road back to home.

Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.