Aou, Joong, and Pond Vihokratana are ruthless alphas who have never known failure. Their youngest brother, Santa, is the family's spoiled omega prince-and he despises anyone beneath him. They were born to be kings. ************* Boom, Dunk, and Phuwin are poor omegas raised to believe they're worthless. Their only hope is their alpha brother, Perth, but he's just a scholarship student, powerless against the Vihokratana empire. They were born to be nothing. When fate binds these two worlds together, cruelty becomes inevitable. The alphas despised their fated omegas. Santa torments Perth daily. And in the gilded halls of the Vihokratana mansion, three omegas learn that love is not salvation... It's a battlefield where only the broken survive. 🥇 #angstwithhappyending (09/ 07/ 2026) 🥇 #Thailand (17/07/2026)

It was an accident. Nani discovers SkyNani on AO3. Nani discovers he is absolutely, catastrophically in love with his best friend. Reality is starting to feel a little too much like fanfiction... Send help. Or fluff. Preferably both. ⚠️This story contains smut and mature adult themes⚠️ ❗Please only proceed if you are comfortable with this content❗ This story is entirely written for entertainment and fanfiction purposes only. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended to reflect in real life.

*Smack* Nani HirunKit, working as a patissier in the infamous cafe, 'Seven Clouds', slapped Sky Wongravee, the most feared man in Bangkok. The monarch of the underworld. Who wears ruthlessness as his second skin. His every step resonates with death to those who cross him. A nerve popped out on Sky's clenched jaw; he couldn't tolerate the insolence. In a second, he grabbed Nani by his neck, pushing him to the wall roughly. "You dare?" Sky's eyes were colder than the glaciers of Antarctica. Nani choked. Tears slipped down his cheeks. He knew he was going to die by the hands of the demon lord in front of him. ... *Smash* Santa Pongsapak, the barista in the same cafe as his older brother, Nani, threw an expensive vase to the floor. Glaring, he took the shard in his trembling hands, putting it on his neck, warned, more like screamed, desperately. "DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR ME! I WILL KILL MYSELF BEFORE YOU TOUCH ME!" Perth Tanapon, the CEO of Ananthavaarana Enterprises, one of the most powerful families in Thailand, smirked, eyeing the little scared puppy in front of him, sinisterly. "You will be mine. If not now... then when you lose this strength to threaten me." His voice was eerie, sending chills down Santa's spine. His nose stung, and drops of salt water dripped down his face. He didn't know how much longer he could keep himself safe from the monster in front of him. ... *Screech* Dew Jirawat unlocked the door and entered the room. His voice lacked patience. He questioned, "So did you decide? Looking at Tee Teeradech, who was hugging his knees at the corner of the room. He lifted his head, his eyes red and puffy from crying continuously. "This isn't love, you sick bastard!" Tee yelled, with angry tears. Dew sniggered, crouching down, he gripped Tee's chin tightly, "You're right. It's not love. I want to possess you, your soul, your heart, and every inch of your body." Tee's heart thundered; he was terrified of the beast in front of him. ...

Love sent by mistake, decoded by him. A university graduate accidentally sends a DM to his future employer, mistaking him as his high school crush. The CEO decides to play along, and what starts as a mistake soon turns into a game of hearts, secrets, and slow-burning romance.

Years after high school, fate brings them back together. Nani , a doctor who once vanished with a broken heart, crosses paths with Sky , the CEO who regrets the careless words that drove him away. Dew , a hardened police captain, finds himself drawn again to Tee-the quiet classmate who once cared for him in silence but now carries invisible scars.In a world of unspoken memories, old wounds, and fragile trust, two love stories unfold-one of patience and healing, the other of regret and redemption. Sometimes the people we lose are the ones we were always meant to find again.