North Natchanan is a razor-sharp lawyer with a mouth that never quits and a heart locked behind iron walls. He doesn't do messy, he doesn't do clingy-and he definitely doesn't do cops. But a drunken night, a locked stare, and one unforgettable mistake later, he's waking up tangled in the sheets with Johan, a possessive, unrelenting officer who's been watching him longer than North ever realized. Johan was already intrigued-dangerously so. But after that night? He's obsessed. Now, North's sarcasm and cool detachment only fuel Johan's need to claim him, protect him, own him. But North isn't about to fall in line just because a cop with a badge and bedroom eyes decides he wants more. In this twisted game of power, tension, and desire-who's really in control? A battle of wills, obsession, and slow-burning surrender begins.

In college, Johan and North were known for their cold rivalry, their cutting words as sharp as the scalpels they trained to wield. But under the tension burned something hotter-something primal. They became secret fuckbuddies: no strings attached, no promises, just stolen nights and raw release. Johan fell first-but he never confessed. And then, he left. Sent abroad for medical training, Johan disappeared without a word. North assumed he was just another notch on Johan's bedpost-just another body Johan left behind. He moved on. Or so he told himself. Years later, Johan is a top-tier surgeon, a department head at Bangkok's most prestigious private hospital-a hospital owned by his family. He works alongside his closest friends, who also happen to be brilliant doctors in love. His world is polished, controlled, successful. Until the hospital welcomes a new doctor. Dr. North. Still devastatingly attractive. Still impossible to ignore. And this time, he's not a student. He's a colleague. When their eyes meet again in the hospital lobby, everything tightens-Johan's chest, North's fists, the silence between them. They both swore that what happened in college was just physical. A phase. A mistake. But within a week, Johan is already dragging North into on-call rooms and behind operating theatres, where white coats fall and mouths stay quiet. Old habits die hard. Lust is harder to kill. But in a place where reputations are everything, and everyone's watching, can they really keep this up? Or worse... what if they can't stop?

North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

If Typhoon would have decided to go to another university, never reuniting with Tonfah- would fate find another way to bring them together? This is a story inspired by Howlsairy's Fourever you: Beside the sky. The characters are from the original Fourever you series. :)

North has kidnapped his friends. (This is one of the requested stories.)

I'll post random au of tonfahtyphoon, based on my imagination. I'll include other cps as well of foureveveyou

Daotok is a quiet, self-reliant artist still piecing himself back together after a past that left more than just scars. Arthit is a sharp-tongued medical intern known for flings, not feelings. But when their lives unexpectedly intersect, something begins to change-softly, steadily. What starts as wary respect becomes gentle affection... and eventually, something neither of them can deny. (An ArthitDaotok centered fic, fast updates)

Est never wanted attention, but when a persistent admirer corners him, he panics-grabbing the nearest boy and blurting out a lie: "He's my boyfriend." The problem? That boy is William, the cold, dangerous student everyone avoids. What starts as a fake relationship to escape trouble slowly turns into something far harder to deny.