The heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the grand room. North was gone. Johan stood frozen, the harsh words still ringing in his ears, a cruel symphony of rejection. "I never wanted this marriage... I will never love you... My heart belongs to someone else... to me, you're nothing." Each phrase was a fresh stab, twisting in the wound of his already aching heart. He'd known, deep down. He'd seen the way North's eyes never quite met his, the subtle flinches, the distant politeness that felt colder than outright hostility. But to hear it articulated so starkly, so brutally, stripped away any lingering illusions. This wasn't a misunderstanding or a temporary dislike. This was an absolute, unequivocal declaration of no love, no future, no hope. The lavish room, meant to be a symbol of their new life, now felt like a gilded cage. Every opulent detail, from the heavy drapes to the intricate carvings on the mantelpiece, seemed to mock his one-sided devotion. He was a husband in name, but in North's eyes, he was less than a stranger-a nothing

love always comes in unexpected ways

Johan Ploy, Johan Ploy, Johan Ploy! The chants were a rising tide, a deafening wave of devotion that crashed against the barricades. The cameras clicked like frantic crickets, capturing the blinding flash of his smile. He was the star everyone was watching. His fame was a gravitational force, pulling everyone into his orbit. North, on the other hand, was a different kind of star. He was the one who shone in the quiet darkness. He was a star on the ground, while Johan was a star in the sky. How could someone like North ever reach the star that was shining among other stars in the sky? Perhaps, the only way for the star on the ground to reach the star in the sky was to look up, to turn away from the blinding lights and find the one that was shining just for him.

North has always craved a spark of magic in his ordinary life, so when he finally dares to try a dating app, he hopes for a little adventure; never expecting the universe to answer so boldly. Enter Johan: a man bound by duty, raising his orphaned nephew and hiding pieces of himself from the world. A cosmic mix-up brings them together for one enchanted night; where time blurs, walls fall, and something rare flickers to life. But when fate lets their paths cross again, desire becomes destiny's dangerous game. To be together, North and Johan must risk everything-his career, Johan's family, and the fragile magic that dares them to believe in something extraordinary. _______ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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What if.....................

A wealthy businessman, widowed three years ago. Cold, controlled, emotionally distant. Lives in a mansion that feels more like a museum of memories. His world revolves around his son-yet he doesn't know how to be present.

We were meant to be together.

Arthit hasnt recovered yet from losing his mom. he may act cocky and oh-so-cool, but he is hurting and its about time, he gets help. It will be a small story.

North has been in love with Johan for two years. Ever since he laid eyes on him. But Johan is too out of his reach for him to even consider a relationship with him. Or is he wrong?....