Just a short stories featuring my latest obsession MAXKY-BAS.

In Chiang Mai, Johan has built a life that runs on precision and control - a life that looks safe from the outside. Then North steps into it: warm, unguarded, steadfast. With him, the world softens. With him, Johan can breathe. But something begins to shift. A call from an unknown number. A message that knows far too much. A thread from the past that should never have reached this far - and a name Johan thought he'd buried for good: Tinn. The harder Johan tries to keep North close, the clearer it becomes: this isn't about money, or power. It's about the one thing that makes Johan vulnerable. About love. About North. A dark, intense boys' love romance about protection and helplessness, guilt and loyalty - and what happens when the light in you is exactly what someone wants to break. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction based on Fourever You. The original characters and universe belong to their respective rights holders - no infringement intended. If you enjoy the story, I'd genuinely appreciate votes and comments - they help more than you'd think. 🖤

The second book after "The Shadows Behind Me", a sequel of their love. Johan and North have built a life that once felt impossible. A home. A marriage. A daughter who runs through the house with her stuffed rabbit, asks questions far too clever for her age, and loves both her fathers with a certainty that makes everything brighter. Tawan is their light. Their centre. Proof that something warm can grow from pain. But some shadows do not stay where they were left behind. When a man from North's past suddenly appears at Tawan's school, old wounds begin to open again. Anonymous documents, false accusations, and carefully placed doubts threaten not only North, but the family he has finally allowed himself to belong to. While Johan tries to hold everything together from afar, North is forced to face the fear he thought he had outgrown: the fear of not being enough. Not strong enough. Not safe enough. Not worthy enough to be the father Tawan needs. But this time, North is not alone. Because family does not mean the shadows are gone. It means someone stands beside you when they return. And sometimes love is not the thing that heals everything. Sometimes it is simply the thing that stays. If you enjoy the story, I'd genuinely appreciate votes and comments.🖤

North has lost everyone in his life; he has a deadly stalker who would love to see him bleed, and then there is Johan, who doesn't trust a thing North says.

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.

A parallel lines never met or was it always believed?

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Short stories of Johan and North collection, you'll find different stories but short one

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.