Joong arrives at Dunk's farm a shy, unkempt alpha fresh from the lord's residence-untouched, untaught, and unsure if he's worth more than manual labor. Dunk, sharp-edged omega horse breeder, wants an hair and want's Joong to provide him with one. What starts as a marriage of convenience becomes something far sweeter: late-night cuddles, Godji's endless cakes, awkward first rut negotiations, Joong learning how to be wanted and Dunk learning to love. Slow-burn tenderness meets laugh-out-loud awkwardness in this cozy A/B/O tale of two men building a family-and there will be lots of cake. 🥧💕

Dunk crashes the wrong penthouse for a hookup and meets Joong, a CEO who mistakes him for an escort and fucks him senseless. When post coital guilt hits, Joong offers cash or rescue from the streets. Dunk plays along, because he's the master of chaos. Teasing, smut and fluff. Spicy comedy with ropes and whips, dubious consent, and a bit of drama. 18+ only.

In a world where omegas are rare and often "matched" through dowries, Joong, a lonely alpha with modest means, never imagined he'd find someone like Dunk. When a matchmaker presents him with an older, clever, and self-assured omega, Joong thinks he's merely rescuing Dunk from a less-than-ideal fate-but the omega proves to be far more than he expected. As Dunk settles into Joong's home, he quickly establishes himself as both indispensable and irresistible. Their days fill with flirtation, laughter, domestic chaos, and tender vulnerability, as they navigate pride, grief, and the boundaries of trust.

A new apartment. A cheap rent. A fresh start. That's all Dunk Natachai wanted after his breakup. But the neighbors aren't just strange - they're unsettling. Smiling too wide. Watching too closely. Calling him things he never told them. And next door lives Joong Archen. A man who never leaves traces. A name whispered in FBI files. A ghost who shouldn't exist. Dunk's best friend swears it's safe. Dunk wants to believe him. But when the walls feel too thin, the hallways too quiet, and the neighbors too interested... He realizes he didn't move into a home. He stepped into a cage.

Some nights exist only to be misunderstood. They wear loud music and dim lights like disguises, convincing people that nothing important can happen under neon and spilled drinks. They pretend to be forgettable. Disposable. A pause between ordinary days. But fate has always loved crowded rooms. It likes witnesses. It likes chaos. It likes when people aren't paying attention Joong didn't believe in destiny. He believed in momentum. Life, to him, was a series of impulses stitched together by charm and instinct. You leaned forward, smiled first, spoke faster than your doubt. If you hesitated, you lost. If you joked, people stayed. If you left before things got serious, no one could hurt you. This philosophy had worked beautifully so far. Tonight, however, was not his idea of beautiful. He was wedged into a booth at the corner of the bar, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against a sweating glass. Across from him sat heartbreak in human form, mascara smudged, voice trembling, telling the same story for the fourth time. "He went to her," his friend, Pond said, breath hitching dramatically, "like I wasn't even there." Joong nodded. Again. Supportively. He had mastered this nod. It said I hear you without promising I agree. The bar hummed around them. Laughter burst and dissolved. Someone cheered near the dance floor. The bass vibrated through the floorboards, steady and insistent, like a second heartbeat. Joong leaned back, scanning the room out of habit more than interest. He catalogued exits. People. Energy. It was a survival instinct disguised as casual observation. Pond sniffed, gripping his wrist suddenly, "he's here." Joong's gaze snapped back. "Here as in... here here?" He nodded, eyes glinting with wounded determination. "I wouldn't lie about that." That, at least, was true. He leaned closer, lowering her voice like they were plotting a crime. "I want him to feel it. Just once. What he did to me."

JOONGDUNK AU Joong is a man who has it all - money, power, and status. But when a roadside accident leads to a fiery encounter with Dunk, a sharp-tongued, poor boy who doesn't bow down to wealth, Joong is left humiliated in public -and he doesn't take insults lightly...

"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 is the definition of gentle - soft-spoken, polite, hardworking, and painfully innocent. A scholarship med student juggling two jobs, he still brings soup to his mum after every shift. She's all he has. His whole world. When she suddenly collapses and needs emergency surgery, Dunk's life shatters. The cost is impossible. The hospital refuses to move without payment. No savings. No family. No time. And that's when Joong walks in. Joong - the city's most feared mafia heir. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. Except the moment he sees Dunk... something snaps. An obsession. Fierce. Immediate. Consuming. Dunk knows none of this. He only hears Joong's offer: "I'll pay everything - the surgery, treatment, private hospital. No limits. No debt. In return... you belong to me." Joong doesn't want money, favors, or work. He wants Dunk - the sweet, innocent boy who has no idea how dangerous he is. Dunk is terrified. But he's also a son watching his mother slip away. He signs. And Joong's obsession begins. • Moves Dunk into his penthouse • Controls where he goes, who he talks to, how late he's out • Drives him to university every morning • Assigns a "driver" who is actually a bodyguard • Threatens anyone who raises their voice at Dunk • Attends every hospital appointment • Watches him study like prayer Dunk is too soft, too pure, too good for Joong's world - and that only makes Joong more possessive. Anyone who looks too long disappears. Anyone who flirts regrets it. Anyone who challenges Joong's claim pays for it. Dunk was supposed to hate him. But Joong is gentle with him in ways no one expects - quiet, protective, almost fragile when Dunk is near. Because Dunk isn't just Joong's obsession. He's the last piece of innocence Joong has left. And Joong will burn the entire city before he lets him go. This isn't a love story. It's the story of a sweet boy who needed help... and the mafia man who chose to own him, protect him, and love him - to the edge of