- Prem, I can see that you are a self-sufficient young man. You are not only talented and handsome, but also intelligent. So think carefully about my offer. Your future career depends on it, and I can give you what you want, - the last words sounded somewhat mysterious, almost in a whisper. - I'll think about it and be sure to let you know my decision, Khun Noppanut, - Prem said, not taking his gaze off the man looking at him. - Boun. Just call me Boun, - the blond man suddenly licked his lips, drawing attention to himself. - I'm not that much older, so to hell with formalities. Besides, if you want to work with me, we'll be spending more time together and becoming closer.

No matter the lifetime, 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧 always finds 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦. In dreams that feel too real. In memories that were never lived. In every world the universe dares to create. But fate has a cruel habit - it reunites them only to tear them apart. Again. And again. And again. This time, Boun refuses to be gentle with destiny. He will break the cycle. Rewrite the ending. Defy the universe itself. Even if it means loving Prem so fiercely that he must lose him - one final time. Because some souls are not meant for forever... they are meant to be remembered. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

✦ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✦ ❝ sometimes love isn't tested by time, but by how far two hearts can be and still choose each other ❞ Miles apart, yet never disconnected. In quiet nights, unread messages, and whispered worries, they learn how to love without touch - how to support without being seen. Boun misses in silence. Prem stays strong from afar. Between late-night calls, gentle reassurances, and faith in each other, distance becomes more than separation - it becomes proof. And when they finally meet, love doesn't arrive loudly. It arrives honest. It arrives certain. Because some love stories don't weaken with space. They deepen. ✧ even when apart, it was always us ✧

Two empires at war. One marriage to end it. And two men who refuse to kneel. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭 - the cold, feared heir of the Russian Bratva. A man raised on discipline, blood, and absolute control. Merciless. Calculated. Untouchable. 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 - the charming yet ruthless prince of the American Mafia. Sharp smile. Sharper mind. A king who rules through fear disguised as elegance. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ To stop the bloodshed, their families arrange a marriage neither of them wants. Both dominant. Both dangerous. Both accustomed to command - never surrender. But in a world built on power and revenge, passion becomes another weapon, and love... the most lethal betrayal of all. Because when two kings share a crown - someone always bleeds. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Published ~~9Nov2025 Completed on: ✨ 16 February ✨ 1 K ~~22 Nov 2025

-Уважаемые граждане района Н. В вашем районе было зафиксировано массовое заражение неизвестным вирусом. На данный момент, ЦКЗ и Здравоохранение Бангкока внимательно следит за сложившейся ситуацией. Просим не снимать защитные балласты с вентиляций, и не выходить на улицу. - диктор прерывался, будто эта запись включилась по новой, - Болезнь проявляется в течении трех часов, после чего зараженный умирает. Правительством были предприняты меры, по защите граждан. Просим оставаться на своих местах, не покидать помещения и не разводить панику до полной зачистки территории. Уважаемые граждане района Н.... Кто не любит жанр ужасы/смерть второстепенного персонажа, прошу мимо.

-Мне тоже нужна выгода, - улавливая изменения в мимике, сказал Вин, - Давай заключим контракт. Пока ты трахаешься со мной, проводишь со мной время и спишь рядом, я молчу при Парме о твоих чувствах. -А в случае если я откажусь?

Подарок всем любителям ВинТима на 14 февраля. Тим много думает, Вин много делает. Правда стандартная ситуация?

Со слов редактора: это идея классика. Красавец Тим, делает что-то сногсшибательное из своего Вина. И конечно, идейник подобного - Парм.

Во-первых, они спят с Тимом уже без малого шесть месяцев. Во-вторых, отношения между ними подняли вопрос переезда. В-третьих, Вин признался уже неоднократно в своей любви.