Johan hated many things. North topped the list. North hated many things too. Johan topped his. Unfortunately... By the end of the week, they'd be husbands. Their grandfathers had already signed the papers. The contract was waiting. The inheritance was waiting. Walking away meant losing everything. Staying meant living with the one person they couldn't stand. One marriage. Two heirs. Zero affection. After all... Some vows are written in gold. Theirs was written in spite.

Tonfah has been waiting for his soulmate since his brothers Johan and Arthit found theirs ...deep down he has been hoping to be the next in line and when he meet the cute little Phoon he is excited but it's going to take more than the pull of the bond to earn his little mates heart.....

After a painful past and unresolved feelings, North tries to focus on his future-balancing a demanding night job in the gaming industry and his engineering studies. But when Johan re-enters his life, old emotions resurface, forcing them to confront love, distance, and the fear of getting hurt again.

Johan is rich, handsome, and known as the biggest playboy on campus. Relationships mean nothing to him. Love means even less. Then he meets North. Hill's younger brother. The one person who refuses to fall for his charm. North hates everything about Johan. His attitude. His reputation. His endless flirting. But the more Johan chases him, the more difficult it becomes to ignore him. What starts as annoyance slowly becomes something much more dangerous. Between jealousy, heartbreak, family drama, misunderstandings, and the return of Johan's ex, both of them will have to decide if love is worth the risk. Because sometimes the person you never wanted becomes the person you can't live without. A slow-burn BL romance filled with drama, friendship, jealousy, and a happy ending. 💛

The world of the mafia is an unforgiving monolith forged from cold power, blinding wealth, and unyielding status. In this realm of absolute dominance, there is traditionally no room for the weak, no mercy for the soft, and survival demands a heart of stone. Yet, even within a kingdom built on fear and iron wills, a quiet truth persists: humans cannot be made entirely of flint. Beneath the armor of the most ruthless lords and syndicates, there come moments when the weight of the crown grows too heavy, proving that sometimes-just sometimes-it is not only okay to be weak and soft, but entirely necessary to survive oneself.

Some things sit beyond the reach of your hands. You cannot command them, you cannot alter them, and you certainly cannot outrun them. The true trouble begins only when your heart ceases to beat for anyone but yourself. "No," his mind whispered. "This is wrong." But his heart was already falling, and it only whispered back, "You have already fallen." "On hold for now"