Lingling Kwong is a cold, composed CEO, intimidating and always in control. To her, success is everything. Love is a distraction. Emotions are a weakness she can't afford. Then Orm enters her life. "..... I think you two have chemistry." Lingling's gaze flicked up, flat and unreadable. "You are impossible," she said, returning her attention to the documents. "I'm not interested in anything like that." She added. "Not interested in men, you mean." "Get back to work, P'Taew." "You into men?" P'Taew pressed, now seated across from her boss, not listening to her. Lingling give her secretary a look. "No," she said at last. At just 23, Orm is both strong and quietly fragile. A chance encounter shifts everything. Her warmth lingers, unsettling Lingling in ways she can't explain. In the spaces between glances and silences, between duty and desire, something real begins to bloom. Orm tilted her head slightly. "Are you...?" Don't tell me she's the CEO-Please... "Lingling Kwong," the woman replied without hesitation. Fuck.

LingLing Sirilak Kwong has built her empire on logic, control, and the systematic elimination of unpredictable variables. Emotions are weaknesses to be exploited in others, never experienced herself. Physical contact is violation. Spontaneity is chaos. For decades, this formula has never failed her. Then comes the contract, the one that ties her hands. She can lead and dominate boards meeting but what she cannot calculate is Orm Sethratanapong Kornnaphat, a woman who operates on pure instinct, who makes decisions with her heart instead of spreadsheets, who treats their wedding like a gift instead of a prison sentence. Logic versus heart. Ice versus fire. A woman who has never felt versus a woman who feels everything. In this game of opposites, someone's walls will crumble. The question is: will Ling's brilliant mind find the loophole that sets her free, or will Orm's fearless heart breach defenses that have never been broken? Some equations have no solution. Some hearts have no armor. The wedding was just the beginning.

A high-fashion it-girl model. A photographer who won't fall in line. A photobook project that should've stayed professional. Orm doesn't chase - but Lingling Kwong doesn't bend, and that makes her a problem Orm fully intends to handle herself. Personally. Repeatedly. Until one of them breaks.

Ling finally tried committing to something other than her career, the gym routine and a rotating roster of flings. She proposed. Her girlfriend laughed. Apparently, Ling's "I'm not a relationship person" reputation is harder to shake than she thought. Especially when her *actual* longest relationship is with her best friend, Orm, and the tiny child who bosses her around and claims "she's ours." Originally posted on my AO3 account. --- The usual disclaimer: The characters are obviously inspired by LingOrm, and there might be references to real-life events, but the story is purely fictional. English is not my first language, so my apologies for any potential mistakes. If you want to say hi, I'm on X: @yjkr94_LO Peace and Love, JKRs :)

An arranged engagement. Two powerful women. One rule: don't fall in love. But Ling has never been chosen and Orm has never been honest. So when pretending starts to feel real... someone is going to get hurt.

It starts with stitches. It becomes something neither of them planned for. Fast and real and a little terrifying, the way the best things are. But life has other ideas. Some people find each other once. Some people get a second chance. This is about what you do when the door opens again.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

One accident. One fleeting encounter. One touch that changes everything. Orm never expected the calm, precise doctor who treated her wound to leave her heart racing. Amid bandages and quiet tension, a single business card sparks a connection neither can forget. *Disclaimer* This is just another fanfic. Totally made up. Loosely based and definitely not real. Please, do not confuse fiction with reality. ❤️

In the glittering world of Formula 1, where every second matters and reputations are everything, Ferrari's rising star Lingling Kwong is untouchable-on the track and off. But when she meets sharp-tongued motorsport journalist Orm Kornnaphat during a high-stakes race weekend in Singapore, the lines between professional and personal begin to blur. Set against roaring engines, flashing cameras, and smoky jazz bars, "Lines We Shouldn't Cross" is a slow-burn romance crackling with tension, desire, and the dangerous thrill of wanting something-or someone-you shouldn't. Sometimes, the most unforgettable stories are the ones you never planned to write.

Loving Lena meant daring to touch a wound that never healed. Miu never thought a single invitation from her best friend, Bam, could change everything. One dinner. One bump. One glimpse of someone she shouldn't want, yet can't look away from. Lena was kind in the way that made people feel safe. It was easy to lean closer, easier still to fall. Miu told herself it was admiration, but every heartbeat said otherwise. Yet loving someone who carried the weight of the past was never simple. Warmth could turn fragile, smiles could tremble at the edge of breaking. When Lena's past returns to claim her, Miu learns that first love doesn't just ache, it shatters. And in the wreckage, she has to choose: to let go... or to be consumed.

Lingling Kwong is an infamous heart surgeon - dominant, flirtatious, and used to getting exactly what she wants. But the new dermatologist at the hospital, Orm Sethratanapong, doesn't fall for her charm, apparently. Disclaimer: This is nothing serious-just a story I started plotting during one of my many visits to the ER. I write it during my train rides to work, mostly to pass time and pretend I'm being productive (when I am not asleep, of course). Please adjust expectations accordingly 🫡🚆💉