Sonya Velez, glittering heiress of a powerful empire, lives surrounded by luxury and targets on her back. When a silent, disciplined bodyguard named Lookmhee Laurent is assigned to protect her, Sonya treats it like a game, teasing the woman who never seems to break. But Lookmhee didn't come to guard her. She came for revenge. Driven by a past soaked in loss, Lookmhee plans to use Sonya's trust as the final step toward revenge. Yet every attempt on Sonya's life from outside forces twists the knife deeper. Lookmhee protects her again and again, unable to let anyone else take what she believes should be her vengeance. In a world of glass towers, hidden agendas, and hearts learning the shape of danger, two women are pulled into a love that should destroy them, yet keeps saving them instead.

When Sonya Duskbourne is bound by duty to marry into the mysterious Ashthorne family, she enters a world of shadowed halls, locked doors, and a wife she cannot read. Her bride, Lookmhee Ashthorne, rules the decaying mansion with a quiet, unsettling intensity. The townsfolk whisper about curses, vanished brides, and secrets that cling to the Ashthorne name like ivy on stone. What begins as a union of families soon becomes a battle of wills-one marked by obsession, desire, and a dangerous intimacy that Sonya never expected. In the heart of Ashthorne Hall, where every vow feels like a chain, Sonya must face the truth: some cages are built not of iron, but of love. A gothic sapphic of forbidden marriage, haunting passion, and the perilous line between devotion and possession. Disclaimer: Set in ancient times, this story delves into gothic atmospheres, deep angst, and emotional trauma.

"Love me while I'm still breathing." Orm Kaede has spent most of her life inside the white walls of Room 308, her body failing her little by little to a rare illness no one knows how to cure. She laughs anyway, at the tubes, at the silence, at the way hope keeps sneaking back even when it shouldn't. Dr. Ling Vienne, thirty-two, is the hospital's calmest storm, a palliative care physician who's learned never to get attached. Her hands heal what they can, her heart stays out of reach. When Ling becomes Orm's attending doctor, humor meets restraint, warmth meets distance and somewhere between IV lines and midnight checkups, something forbidden begins to bloom. A story about love that arrives too late, laughter that hides fear, and the impossible wish of a girl who just wanted to be loved before she couldn't breathe anymore. Disclaimer: This story contains heavy angst and emotionally intense themes.

By day, Sonya is nothing more than the quiet secretary to CEO Lookmhee-an efficient shadow behind the desk, obedient and forgettable. But when night falls, she becomes Saran, the club's most elusive and untouchable dancer. Masked and mysterious, she rules the stage yet never allows anyone close, her double life hidden behind layers of silk and secrecy. Until Lookmhee steps into her world. Known publicly as a ruthless business magnate, Lookmhee's power runs deeper than money. Whispers say she is more than she seems-someone no one dares to deny. When she demands a private session with Saran, even the club's manager bows in silence. Saran's rule of distance shatters in an instant. Each night, Lookmhee strips away Saran's defenses with a dangerous intimacy that leaves her trembling. Desire coils tighter with every encounter, secrets bleed into one another, and the mask becomes harder to keep on. Disclaimer: This story delves into duality, power play, manipulation, violence, and mature themes.

When Sonya Pedersen loses her job, the last thing she expects is to land in the company owned by the woman she swore never to see again-her ex, Lookmhee Sathaporn. Their breakup was messy, toxic, and unforgettable, leaving Sonya determined to keep her distance. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Lookmhee is not only her boss but also her relentless admirer, shamelessly flirting at every chance she gets. Sonya fires back with sarcasm and attitude, determined to draw the line. Yet the more she resists, the more Lookmhee pushes, blurring the line between professionalism and unfinished business. As past wounds resurface and sparks fly in ways neither can ignore, Sonya must decide: is Lookmhee still the obsession she once escaped from-or has she finally learned how to love? Can love grow back stronger after being broken, or is it just another trap waiting to close?

Soraya Vergara (SY) is composed, well-dressed, and absolutely not in the mood to explain to her powerful family why her ex-boyfriend is getting married before she's even been kissed this year. The pressure is unbearable - the scrutiny, worse. So to protect her family's image and bruise her ex's ego in one move, she lies. One fake relationship. Just long enough to survive a string of company galas and Vergara-family functions. Enter Elira Soriano (LM) - velvet-suited, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly unbothered. An actress with a reputation in queer circles and a smile that ruins women. She agrees to play the part. No feelings. No strings. But what starts as an act turns into something harder to control - lingering stares, shared beds, and kisses that feel too dangerous to fake. Elira doesn't play soft. And Soraya? She's never been this close to falling. Because Elira tastes like danger. And Soraya is starting to forget why they were pretending in the first place.