❝ He was meant to survive the night. He was never meant to survive love. ❞ Santa has spent his life enduring-enduring pain, silence, and a past that refuses to let him go. An omega marked by scars the world refuses to see, he believes love is a luxury never meant for someone like him. His only certainty is his son, Luke... and the quiet promise that tomorrow must be gentler than yesterday. Perth never planned to fall. An alpha known for chasing justice and ghosts long buried, he stumbles into Santa's life expecting answers-only to find himself unraveling at the sound of Santa's voice, at the warmth of his presence, at the way a child's laughter makes the world feel like home. But the past does not stay silent. A vanished courtesan. A child erased from records. A brothel that swallows secrets whole. And when Santa's body betrays him-when his heat turns violent, unnatural, and life-threatening-Perth is forced to face a truth far darker than desire. Some bonds are not written in fate. Some love is born in survival. And some secrets, once uncovered, demand blood. When love becomes the safest place to fall- will the truth destroy them... or finally set them free? Started: 23 January, 2026 Ended:

Perth plays guitar, sings like a sin, and walks around like he's above it all. I'm Santa - dancer, chaos incarnate, and unfortunately very into emotionally unavailable men with nice hands. He's the cold, untouchable rockstar of campus. I'm the loud, unbothered showstopper who never knows when to quit. This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burn collision. And I'm not walking away without leaving a mark.

"It was just a stupid dare. One kiss to whoever walked into the club first. I didn't know it'd be him-the same man who now has me pressed against his penthouse window asking if I still like playing games." Santa's job is to sparkle on stage. Perth's job is to control everything behind the scenes. One kiss in a club sparks a fire neither of them can put out. Now, under flashing lights and closed doors, they navigate a dangerous game of desire, denial, and dominance. He wears suits like armor. Santa wears glitter like war paint. Behind the mic, he's a star. Beneath the suit, Perth is losing control. One's chasing fame. The other's chasing him.

Santa, a second-generation rich baby of high society, never expected his life to turn into a full-fledged romcom. But when Perth Tanapon-a ridiculously wealthy, infuriatingly composed heir with a secret possessive streak-gets forced into a business marriage with him, Santa suddenly finds himself at the center of scandal, chaos, and an engagement he never saw coming. The problem? Perth has been into Santa for years. The bigger problem? Santa is completely oblivious. From accidental kisses to public meltdowns, from meddling families to their friends treating their love life like a reality show, Santa somehow manages to drive Perth insane without even trying. But when Perth's patience finally snaps-when he stops pretending and starts chasing-Santa realizes two very important things: Perth is dangerously good at getting under his skin. Maybe-just maybe-he doesn't mind it as much as he thought. Cue one clumsy love story, an army of nosy friends, and a possessive billionaire who fell first and fell the hardest. Because in the end? Santa might be the menace, but Perth was always the down-bad king.