What happens when a billionaire heir decides to hide everything he has and live like an ordinary person? Dunk Natachai Boonprasert is twenty-three, funny, stubborn, and supposedly very poor. At least, that's what everyone believes. Nobody knows that behind his cheap clothes and empty-looking wallet is the youngest heir of the powerful Boonprasert family-a family with billions in wealth and a dangerous mafia empire. Dunk is an Enigma, neither Alpha nor Omega, and for the first time in his life, he wants to see the world without his family name following him everywhere. So he leaves his luxurious life behind and sets out on his own. No bodyguards. No mansion. No expensive cars. Just Dunk and the little money he's pretending is all he has. Then he meets Joong Archen Aydin. Twenty-three. A rich, spoiled, stubborn Dominant Alpha who has never been told no. Joong believes money can buy almost anything. Respect. Power. And most importantly-people's loyalty. Everyone fears him, and Joong has never had a reason to believe that anyone could bring him down. Until Dunk. Dunk doesn't care about his money. He doesn't fear him. He doesn't worship him. And worst of all, Dunk treats Joong like he's just another annoying person. For the first time, Joong meets someone he can't control with money. But while Joong is trying to figure out the strange "poor" Enigma who keeps getting under his skin, Dunk is desperately trying to keep one secret hidden. He isn't poor. He's a Boonprasert. And when the truth finally comes out, neither Dunk nor Joong will be prepared for what lies beneath the fortune. Because sometimes the biggest secrets aren't hidden in the shadows. They're hidden behind a smile.

"Forever was never the deal. Until it was the only thing left." The "deal" was supposed to be a surgical strike: clean, efficient, and devoid of complications. Dunk was the king of the one-night stand, a man whose heart was as guarded as a high-security trauma ward. But Joong Archen didn't play by the rules of the ER; he played the long game of a neurosurgeon. Day one: One night only.. This kid is cute, but he's way too serious. I'll break him in a week. One week later: Dunk woke in Joong's bed AGAIN He should have left hours ago, yet he found himself pulling the duvet higher. "I'm just staying over because his bed is actually comfortable," he muttered to the empty guest pillow. "It's purely for the lumbar support." One month later: Dunk stood at the edge of the cafeteria, his grip tightening on his tray until his knuckles turned white. He watched the Head of Pediatrics laugh at something Joong said, his chest tightening with a strange, caustic heat. Wait... why am I jealous of her talking to him? It's just a consult. It's not like we're... anything. Three months later: Dunk stood in front of the vanity in Joong's master bath, frozen. Next to the sleek, electronic toothbrush Joong used sat a second one-Dunk's. Beside it was his favorite face cream and a spare set of his contacts. He stared at the reflection of his own confused eyes, wondering exactly when he'd stopped going back to his own apartment. What begins as a one night agreement quicklyspirals into Dunk crashing at Joong's apartment for the comfort of a post-call shower and home-cooked fried egg rice, a domestic trap that Dunk is too arrogant to admit he loves. From Joong carrying a flirting Dunk out of bars over his shoulder to shielding him from violent patients in the trauma bay, the "quiet nerd" systematically dismantles Dunk's defenses with surgical precision.

Ten years. 3,650 days. A lifetime of bestfriends and nothing more. "In all our years together," Dunk started "I didn't know you liked guys​" "I didn't know I did," Joong responded, "Until I met Fluke."​ "Wait..." Dunk's voice cracked "So you mean, we've shared everything together for years? We've slept in the same bed, Joong. My head has been on your shoulder more times than I can count, and you didn't feel that spark with me? Not even once?" "Dunk... I've just never thought of you in that way. You're clearly gorgeous, But I just don't see you in a romantic way" "Are you saying Fluke is more attractive than me? Is he better than me? Is that why you could feel it with him in a few months, but not with me in ten years?" "Dunk... this is ridiculous, i don't get why it bothers you that you're not my type" "Is... is there something wrong with me, Joong?" "There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect. But why do you suddenly care? You've never thought of me in that way either, Dunk. Not once in ten years did you look at me and want more. You never minded the fact that I didn't think of you like that why now? he laughed "I just..." Dunk started "You're my best friend. That's the box I put you in." "Don't pretend you mind being 'not my type' just because you're bored with your girlfriend." ​"I'm not bored," Dunk whispered.. ​"I have to go now. Fluke might get lonely if I leave him too long." The silence Joong left behind wasn't just empty-it was insulting. Bored. The word felt like a slap. Joong really thought this was about View? That Dunk was just looking for a distraction from a stale relationship? He was gorgeous. He was perfect. But he wasn't the type. It wasn't heartbreak-it was a sting to his ego. After a decade of being Joong's everything, he was suddenly just the guy who didn't make the cut. ​"You said I wasn't your type, Joong Archen? Well, suddenly... I mind."

Long before the rich scent of vanilla bean and spun sugar filled La Crème de la Crème, the universe played a quiet, ruthless game of balance. There were three players, though none sat at the same table. I. The Prisoner of Memory: Inside the painted Chateau de la Lune, the clock had been dead for a hundred years. Joong, a Vampire King five centuries old, stood before the grand, symmetrical windows. He had broken the fabric of time to keep a single night alive, only to be trapped inside his own creation. Outside his painted cage, his kingdom-the Stilled Val-Noctis-was burning. His ruthless step-brother, Dew, sat as a false regent on a stolen throne, while Joong's last loyal vanguards, Gemini and Fourth, fought a desperate, century-long shadow war to keep the true King's legacy alive. While he was doomed to eternally relive the exquisite elegance of a world without the man who painted it. II. The Architect of Balance: Far away, in the starless cracks of the cosmos, the Ancient One kept watch. He was the enforcer of nature's laws, the one who locked the cage. He did not sleep, nor did he care for the petty, bloody wars of vampires. He knew that even immortals have a fatal flaw, and he waited for the inevitable moment the frozen King would find a new reason to hope-so he could finally strike. III. The Key: Decades later, the warm aroma of caramelized sugar filled the brightly lit kitchen of La Crème de la Crème. Dunk wiped a streak of flour from his forehead, listening to the quiet, comforting hum of his ovens. He was just a brilliant pastry chef, fiercely protected by his closest friends, Phuwin and Pond-a defector vampire and his human anchor who hid in the daylight. Dunk remained completely unaware of their cold skin, just as he was unaware that the blood in his own veins was the ink of an ancient spell. What happens when a universe built on absolute balance collides with a mortal who doesn't know those rules exist? The clock starts ticking.

Dunk, heir to the witch throne, once lost everything he held dear and paid the ultimate price for trusting the wrong people. Given a second chance at a life he thought was already lost, he refuses to let fate follow the same path twice. But changing the future comes with its own consequences, and the choices he makes this time may lead him somewhere he never expected. Because a second chance doesn't mean a second ending. Sometimes, it means an entirely different fate.

In the neon soaked heart of Bangkok, a series of gruesome murders has left the police department paralyzed. Each victim is a monster in their own right criminals who escaped the system, only to be met with a justice far more poetic and brutal than any courtroom could provide. Captain Dunk is a man of order, but in this case, the rules have changed. The evidence is a trail of silver rings and a whispered name that no one dares to speak. As he peels back the layers of the city's underworld, he finds himself trapped in a game where the lines between the hunter and the hunted are blurred by blood and a desire that burns hotter than a fever. Captain Dunk: The shield of justice. But can a man keep his hands clean when he's sleeping in the lion's den? Joong Archen: A shadow with a smirk. Is he the protector the Captain needs, or the beast that will finally break him? Pond Naravit: A victim of his own facade. Behind the mask of a fool lies a darkness that even the law cannot contain. Dr. Phuwin: The one who mends the wounds... and the one who knows exactly how to stop a heart without leaving a trace. Four men. Two sides of the law. One mark that binds them all the snake swallowing its own tail. In a world where every touch is a lie and every kiss is a distraction, who is playing the snake, and who is merely the prey? "The criminals will be punished and no one can stop it... even if I am a sinner myself." Justice is coming. And it's wearing a silver ring.

🩸 "Destiny Written in Blood"🩸 "Love never begins in the light; it is born in the space where two broken souls decide to embrace their own darkness together." In a web of centuries-old feud, clan conspiracies, and brutal lies, every single step is paid for in blood. One man's misguided vengeance, another's unbroken, defiant spirit, and the cruelty forged within the cold walls of a basement plunged them both into an abyss of unhealthy, destructive obsession. Confined space, silver-plated chains, and a pain that gradually twisted into an incurable addiction. Meanwhile, in the shadows lies another alliance: a wild, dominant, and subjugating passion where boundaries are dangerously erased. The truth is revealed far too late, the wounds run far too deep... love is no longer distinguishable from hatred. Yet sometimes, walking away is far more destructive than remaining in the very hell you built with your own hands. Here, salvation and ruin walk the exact same path. "In this story, there are no heroes or saviors; there are only lost beings who proved that some bonds take root so deeply in blood and pain that even time and death are powerless to break them."

Three extraordinary Omega triplets, bound by blood, yet destined for very different lives. A mysterious prince struggling to understand an identity beyond classification. And a powerful tycoon with an obsession he cannot control. Some bonds are destined. Others are forced. And some are never meant to be broken.

He thought he was a monster destined for the dark. He didn't know someone was already falling to catch him. Joong Archen is a man caged by his own mind. Ruthless, fiercely possessive, and haunted by fragmented nightmares he can't quite explain, he operates in a world of raw, dangerous chaos. He is a predator convinced that his darkness will ultimately destroy anyone who gets too close. Then he meets Dunk. Ethereal, pure heart, and completely unfazed by the billionaire's sharp edges, Dunk is the only one who doesn't flinch. Instead, he steps right into the fire. There is an inexplicable power in the way Dunk looks at him-an unconditional devotion that feels impossibly familiar, as if he crossed the universe just to stand by Joong's side. But Dunk is harboring a breathtaking secret. As unseen enemies begin to close in, desperate to shatter their sanctuary, Joong must face the darkest, most terrifying parts of his own mind to protect the only warmth he has ever known. How do you save a man who thinks he is a monster? You fall into the dark right beside him. [Inspired by Troye Sivan's "Angel Baby" and A Chinese short drama "mission: Love"

When ruthless S-tier CEO Dunk Natachai is forced to break his eight-year streak of avoiding his ultimate racing rival, Joong Archen, he thinks he can handle one high-profile corporate gala. But behind closed doors, professional arrogance turns to dangerous obsession, hunting turns to heavy pheromones, and a bitter sports feud turns far too personal. In a world of elite power, dark amnesia, and lethal secrets, Dunk has no idea if he can protect his hidden eight-year-old daughter... or his own compromised body.He wanted answers to a rivalry. What he got was biological subjugation.This track wasn't supposed to bleed. But it will.