The Art Department at the university is supposed to be a sanctuary of creation, but beneath the scent of oil paint, turpentine, and turpentine, a far more intoxicating aroma is brewing. Professor Perth Tanapon is a master of control. An elite Alpha, his life is a canvas of neat lines, quiet spaces, and structured boundaries. He knows the rules: you do not cross the line with a student, no matter how loud your inner Alpha roars. But control becomes a fragile glass illusion the moment Santa Pongsapak walks into his lecture hall. Santa is absolute chaos wrapped in an ethereal, devastatingly beautiful Omega shell. He is the campus favorite-wild, fiercely loyal to his tight-knit circle, and radiating a magnetic, effortless sensuality that turns heads wherever he goes. He didn't plan on noticing his professor. He didn't plan on the sharp, suffocating pull of the older man's dominant cedarwood scent. They both try. Perth tries to see just a student; Santa tries to see just a professor. But fate doesn't care about university policy. When a sudden, volatile twist of biology and accidental proximity forces them into a dark corner, the thin veneer of professionalism shatters. What starts as an unstoppable, explosive explosion of primal desire morphs into a dangerous, forbidden situationship. In the shadows of the studio, it's purely physical-until possession turns to obsession, and a ruthless, toxic jealousy begins to rewrite all their rules. [WARNING: FOR ADULTS ONLY (18+)] This is a work of fiction and a fanfiction production. The events, character dynamics, and behaviors depicted within this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the real lives, personalities, or relationships of the actors involved. This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, Omegaverse dynamics (heat cycles, pheromones), and intense emotional themes including obsession, possessiveness, and jealousy.

One is a lethal machine. The other is a beautiful mess. He is the man of absolute silence. A ghost in a lsuit who moves through the world like an apex predator. He doesn't negotiate, he doesn't apologize, and he definitely doesn't have time for a chaotic university student with a sharp tongue and zero survival instincts. Then there's the brat. He's a whirlwind of dramatic exits, petty curses, and enough "extra" energy to power a small city. He's the boy who refuses to be ignored, the one who looks at the most dangerous man in the city and decides to make him a target for his next tantrum. It started with a small incident. . It should have ended with a check and a cold shoulder. But he isn't finished pushing buttons, and for the first time in his life, the man started to enjoy the DISASTER. He wanted to teach the brat a lesson in silence. The brat is about to show him that silence is a very lonely place to live. MY BEAUTIFUL DISASTER ~~~~~~~~~~

A 23 year old boy signs a 10-million-baht contract to care for a comatose CEO in Bangkok, only for the "sleeping tiger" to wake up and fall for him the moment their eyes meet. notes: all the characters are not mine they were just borrowed by from the real author of the story (How much is your love?) characters. #JohanNorth #Foureveryou #howmuchisyourlove?

Finding love is difficult for the most ruthless assassin in the United Kingdom, Rafael Hale. That is until he meets and falls in love with twenty-five year old corporate Alex Cole. But now he must do everything in his power to keep him away from his world of darkness.

🔞 [18+] STRICTLY FOR ADULTS. This story is a work of pure fiction and a fanfiction adaptation. The names, characters, and personas used do not reflect the real-life individuals in any way. This novel contains mature themes, explicit language, intense Omegaverse dynamics, dark romance, strong violence, and high-heat spicy scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

At 18, Santa's resume is simple: single omega dad, barista, babysitter, survivor. He had Luke at 16. Lost his husband because of it. Got shipped to Thailand by parents who didn't want him. Now he works two jobs to keep his 3-year-old son healthy, in kindergarten, and smiling. He smells like vanilla and candy, but his life is anything but sweet. Perth is 23 but looks 19. Rich, lethal, and untouchable - one of the FBI's strongest operatives stationed in Thailand. He smells like metal and dark chocolate. Control is his language. Softness is not. When Perth starts coming to the cafe down the road, Santa tells himself it's just coffee. He can't afford distractions. He can't afford hope. Luke comes first. Always. But Perth notices the dark circles, the way Santa flinches at kindness, the tiny boy who calls him "uncle" after one meeting. And Perth doesn't walk away from things worth protecting. Santa's worked two jobs his whole adult life. Now he might get one shot at love. If he's brave enough to take it.

"A game of shadows played in the light of innocence." Perth Tanapon is a wealthy, brilliant Alpha who rules the university hierarchy with calculated charm. Bored and looking for a new distraction, he sets his sights on Santa, a stunningly naive Omega who remains oblivious to the world's darker intentions. Under the guise of a protective friendship and academic tutoring, Perth spins a web of manipulation to claim the one thing he can't have. ⚠️ Warning This is a work of fanfiction. It contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, toxic relationship dynamics, and Omegaverse tropes (Mpreg). Reader discretion is advised.

In a world where shadows govern cities and names hold power, two enigmatic leaders-Rain and Sky-rise from the roots of ancient mafia legacies to forge a clan feared across continents. They are not brothers by blood, but by choice, loyalty, and an unspoken vow formed in a childhood of secrets, survival, and silent strength. As love quietly enters their lives in the form of two fierce heirs, Phayu and Prapai, chaos and tenderness begin to coexist. What begins with stolen glances, coded phone calls, and layered trust, soon grows into something deeper-a legacy not just of power, but of family. But in this life, even love has its weapons... and vows, once made, echo for eternity.

A perfect Prime Minister agrees to an arranged marriage... expecting a soft, quiet omega. Instead, he gets Namping-sharp-tongued, unpredictable, and absolutely impossible to handle. Now between politics, scandals, and daily chaos, the only thing Keng can't control... is his own husband.

"IT'S A PHUWINPOND STORY." In a world built on legacy, contracts, and names that carry more weight than the people who inherit them, two lives quietly collide under circumstances neither of them chose. Pond moves through life like he's trying not to disturb it-soft-spoken, careful, always a step back from taking up too much space. He smiles easily, but never lingers where he feels like he doesn't belong. Phuwin, on the other hand, exists in precision and silence-controlled, composed, and far too used to keeping everything exactly where it should be. When their worlds overlap, nothing about it feels simple. Not the distance between them. Not the way conversations stop short. Not the way presence alone begins to mean more than words ever do. Surrounded by people who see too much, say too little, and understand far more than they should, both of them are forced to navigate something that doesn't fit neatly into expectations or arrangements. Some things are written down. Some things are carefully agreed upon. And some things begin quietly-without permission, without warning, and without ever asking to be noticed.