Joong Archen Aydin built his life on one promise-revenge. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, he's spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy the man who took everything from him. That moment comes in the form of Dunk Natachai Boonprasert. Sweet, strong, and unaware of the sins tied to his name, Dunk becomes a part of Joong's carefully crafted plan. Getting close to Dunk was never meant to be personal... until it was. What starts as a game of lies slowly turns into something neither of them expected. But when truth shatters everything, love becomes the greatest betrayal of all. Years later, fate brings them face to face again-now hearts are guarded, secrets run deeper, and the past refuses to stay buried. But only this time, they are not alone. A small, innocent soul-born from a love once thought to be nothing but a lie-now ties them together in ways neither of them can escape. In a story where revenge was chosen over love... what happens when love refuses to let go?..

Dunk has spent years in the ER saving people on the edge of death-but the one they rush in at 2:17 a.m. shatters every rule he's learned to live by. A stranger, carved open by knives, grazed by a bullet, and covered in scars that speak of a life soaked in violence. A stranger who should mean nothing to him... yet the moment Dunk touches him to stop the bleeding, something beneath his calm fractures. A pull he can't name. A memory he shouldn't have. Then the stranger's eyes snap open-wild, unnervingly aware-and all the noise of the ER seems to fall away. He looks at Dunk not like a doctor, not like a rescuer, but like a man who he had lost ... and never stopped searching for. Before Dunk can move, the stranger seizes his wrist with a desperate strength. "Dunk... please don't disappear ever again." Words that make no sense-yet feel like a grief he's already lived. And just as suddenly, the man collapses. Unconscious. Dying. Leaving Dunk with a bruised wrist, bloodstained gloves, and a question that claws at him long after the gurney disappears into the ICU: How can a dying stranger say he's already lost Dunk once... and why does some part of Dunk believe him? As secrets surface, memories blur, and danger coils closer, Dunk is about to discover that the man he saved isn't a stranger at all-just the key to a past he doesn't remember... and a future someone is willing to kill for. Mafia Boss Joong X Doctor Dunk AU

"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

Dunk Natachai was the only sign of weakness in the otherwise cold household of Boonprasert family. An omega born in a family full of Alpha's, he was resented and looked down upon in his own family. The Boonprasert's were one of the leading Mafia families of Bangkok. They were know for their ruthful and cold behaviour. To expand their business they made a deal with none other than JOONG ARCHEN AYDIN The heir to the Aydin's family : the oldest Mafia leading family of Thailand. Fear is the first thing people register when they hear Joong's name. Respect is something he recieves without saying a word. People straighten absent mindedly when they hear his name. He's a myth in an otherwise full of life country. Though for Joong everything around him stilled the moment his eyes landed on Dunk : the beautiful omega whose eyes carried a hint of defiance and bravery in them. Joong didn't do romance in the way normal people would, instead he gathered information about Dunk : his name, which family he came from, his personality. He made a deal with the Boonprasert's in order to own Dunk. After all wasted attempts of thriving for freedom Dunk was married off to the coldest man the world has ever known. But Dunk remained indifferent towards the concept of this contractual fake marriage. Will Dunk ever think of this Marriage as more than just a contract? Or will he keep fighting for the freedom he never got? #2 jd #6 ppw #9 angstwithhappyending #2 pondphuwin #2 joongarchen

Joong believed marriage was redemption. Proof that surviving still meant something. The wedding is flawless-marble floors, crystal lights, perfection in every detail. Joong walks down the aisle alone, dressed in white, smiling softly beneath the lights. He is alone not because he has no family, but because they chose not to stand beside him. At the altar waits Dunk Natachai-the man Joong has loved since he was fourteen. Older, composed, unreachable once, and now impossibly his husband. For a moment, it feels like a miracle. Until Joong reaches him. Dunk does not extend his hand. The pause is small, barely noticeable, but Joong feels it instantly-a warning where warmth should have been. The vows are spoken. Applause fills the hall. The kiss is brief, polite, and wrong. Then Dunk leans close and whispers, meant only for him: "Welcome to hell, husband." Joong's smile does not break. He has learned how to smile even when something inside him goes completely still. What follows is not a love story, but a marriage that becomes a sentence rather than a sanctuary. Hope turns into control. Affection fades into cruelty. Silence replaces devotion. This is not a story about a wedding, but about a fall. And whether Joong survives it remains unanswered.