The room smelled faintly of ink and stale coffee. Joong sat stiffly under the yellow light, hands resting on the cold steel table, answering the inspector's questions with steady precision. He had nothing to hide-or so he thought. Across from him, Inspector Pond tapped his pen against the file. "You said you left the bar around midnight. Alone?" Joong nodded. "Yes." The door opened before Pond could press further. A tall man stepped inside, confident without being intrusive. His tone was smooth, casual, as though he had every right to interrupt. "Not alone," the stranger corrected, sliding a glance at Joong. "He was with me." Pond frowned, pen frozen mid-tap. "And you are...?" "Dunk," the man supplied, offering a polite half-smile. "We shared drinks. Then we left together. You can check the bartender-he'll confirm. I walked him home myself." Joong blinked. He didn't know this man. He had never seen him before. And yet Dunk's words carried the weight of truth, every syllable deliberate, leaving no space for suspicion. Pond studied them both for a moment, then leaned back in his chair. His instincts itched, but the alibi was too clean, too precise. Finally, he scribbled something in his file. "...Alright. You're free to go."

-He was my stepfather. The man my mother married after my real dad died. I hated him-or at least I thought I did. Until she left. And he stayed. When Joong's mother vanishes with a new lover, she leaves behind a letter, a home, and a truth-plus one very devoted stepfather. Dunk never tried to replace Joong's father... but he's always been there. Quiet. Kind. Too kind. And Joong is starting to wonder if all that resentment has been covering up something else entirely. A short, emotionally complex, age-gap drama full of tenderness, love, and the quiet heartbreak of loving someone you're not supposed to. A contract marriage. A broken family. An 18-year-old boy who hates the man he believes stole his mother-and a man who only wanted to protect them both. Joong never asked for a new father. Especially not one like Dunk-quiet, responsible, and irritatingly handsome. Dunk married his mother for reasons Joong doesn't understand, and now that she's gone, Dunk still won't leave. But in the silent spaces between slammed doors and unspoken truths, something begins to shift. Steady. Domestic. Emotional. This is not the story they expected.

Joong has two problems. One: His ex-boyfriend is marrying his cousin. Two: His grandma will hand the family empire to said cousin unless Joong proves he's in a serious relationship. Naturally, the solution is to hire a fake boyfriend. Enter Dunk: barista, blunt-tongued, gorgeous, and alarmingly good at kissing like he means it. Joong expected this to be business-only. A few hand-holds, some couple selfies, pretend-giggling. No feelings. No... moaning in expensive bathrooms. But Dunk is too calm, too honest, too firm with those hands and that voice. And Joong? Joong's forgetting this is fake. Especially when Dunk says things like: "If we're going to sell it, we better kiss again. Practice, right?" A fake relationship. A nosy family. One wedding, endless sexual tension, and a hundred chances to fall stupidly in love. Warning: May contain intense hand-holding, emotionally blunt tops, closet makeouts, surprise orgasms, and one (1) very betrayed cat.

Joong never believed in love. Not until his sister's brother-in-law walked into his mansion. Tall, gentle, beautiful - Dunk was everything Joong never knew he could want. And once Joong wanted something... He always found a way to have it. Even if he had to lie, smile, and bleed for it. In a world where innocence is a weapon and obsession wears a soft face, how far would you go to make the one you love yours? Even if they never chose you. 

--- The terminal doors slid open with a soft whoosh and a rush of cool, recycled air. Joong stepped out, his sneakers squeaking on polished tile, dragging behind him a suitcase that had seen too much grief and too many late-night coffees in unfamiliar cities. It had been a year. A year since graduation. A year since his world cracked open and shifted beneath his feet. A year since he last saw- There he was. At first, Joong didn't recognize him. He was too busy fumbling for his phone, trying to text Dunk that he'd landed, when his eyes flicked up and froze. Tall. Sharp jawline. Hair swept back like he was heading to a Vogue interview. A tailored black coat, a maroon dress shirt, glossy shoes that clicked confidently across the floor. A bouquet in hand - white tulips, Joong's favorite. And then the man looked up. And smiled. And Joong's whole heart broke in the most confusing way possible. Because that was Dunk. Shy, quiet, bookworm Dunk. Who once used to hide behind his bangs. Who wore sweaters in summer and got nervous around customer service people. Whose glasses always slipped down his nose. Now? Joong was staring at someone who could pass for a K-drama CEO. Or worse: a villain with a tragic past and an obsessive love for one person. "Joong," Dunk called, voice smooth and warm and just a little hoarse from the cold.

🔥 PROLOGUE - "Before the Fall" Joong had never needed a bodyguard this close before. He had a team-faceless men in suits who lingered outside his university gates, rode in cars that tailed discreetly, whispered into hidden mics about routes and rendezvous and security zones. But this was different. This wasn't just proximity. This was permanence. The new bodyguard stood by the grand windows of Joong's penthouse suite, staring out at the skyline like it was a threat. His shoulders were square, broad, coiled like he could spring at any moment. He hadn't smiled once since stepping in. His name was Dunk Natachai. Special Forces background. Silent. Sharp. Unflinching. And terrifyingly beautiful. Joong sipped his orange juice at the breakfast table, eyes flicking upward from behind the rim of his glass. Watching. Studying. The angle of Dunk's jaw. The way his black shirt strained against muscled arms. The glint of the earpiece catching morning light. Unreachable. Untouchable. Joong couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. "This is going to be fun," he whispered to himself, heart already too warm for his own good. He didn't know it then, but someday- That same man would bleed for him. Kill for him. Come for him like hellfire through steel and smoke. And Joong would fall in love with the fire that saved him.

- Mine by Force. - Delusion? No, It's Manifestation. ------------- 🌼 He's untouchable. A mafia king with blood on his hands and calm in his voice. No one knows where he lives. No one knows where he goes. But I do. Because I'm Joong-22, dangerously in love, and just a little too good at internet stalking. I found him through a number plate. Tracked him down through Google Street View. Showed up at secret parties, shady warehouses, and mafia dens... with coffee and a smile. Everyone says he's the monster in the dark. But I think he just needs a hug. Or maybe a kiss. Or maybe to be mine. Too bad he thinks I'm an idiot. Worse-he might be right. But even a mafia lord can't hide from a boy with Wi-Fi, romantic delusions, and zero sense of fear. 

They weren't meant to touch. Not now. Not ever. Not after centuries of tradition soaked in blood and silence. Not after entire generations were raised with the same bitter commandment: "Do not speak to them. Do not look at them. Do not acknowledge them." And yet, here they were. Standing on opposite sides of the Hall of Concord-The Gathering--an ironic name for a place built to pretend ancient enemies could breathe the same air without baring their fangs or claws. There were vampires and werewolves under one roof tonight. And no one liked it. But everyone tolerated it. Because power demands civility. At least in public. Dunk Boonprasert had arrived first. He always did. Graceful, predatory, wearing shadows like silk. His pale skin gleamed under the low-hung chandeliers, his smile cut sharp as the fangs he barely bothered to hide. He was elegance sharpened into danger. He knew it. He used it. And he didn't look once toward the far end of the room. Because he didn't need to. Joong Aydin entered later. Silent. Stoic. Shoulders squared like a fortress built of restraint. The tailored black suit he wore was severe, clean, spotless-like everything about him. His tan skin and muscle-lined frame were the exact opposite of Dunk's aristocratic allure. He didn't glide. He stalked. And he also didn't look. Because that would imply acknowledgment. And acknowledging Dunk would be a betrayal. Of history. Of family. Of instinct. The room shifted when the two of them were in it-everyone felt it. Like a cold draft through cracked stone. No one said it out loud. But no one ever tried to make them shake hands, either. Because everyone knew. Boonpraserts and Aydins don't speak. Don't bow. Don't blink. There is no alliance. There is only avoidance. That is the rule. That has always been the rule. Until tonight.

"Scream If You're In Love" A Haunted BL Rom-Com Where Nobody's Normal, and That's Exactly Why It Works. Six couples, strangers until a mysterious weekend retreat binds them together. A sprawling, creaky mansion nestled deep in the woods-far from cell service, logic, and good decisions. Promised as a "Haunted Escape Weekend," it's supposed to be thrilling and romantic... but with zero instructions and a whole lot of glitches, it quickly turns into a slapstick nightmare of flickering lights, ghostly howls, and enough blundering to fill a comedy club. Dunk and Joong-steady, calm, and mostly sane-find themselves dragged into ridiculous situations by their quirky, chaotic new friends: the snarky Pond and Phuwin, the wild pranksters Sky and Nani, the conspiracy-loving Force and Book, and the "serious-but-not-really" Gemini and Forth. Haunted or not, this weekend promises laughter, screams, and maybe a little romance-because when strangers get trapped in a spooky mansion, love might just be the best survival tool.

He was cold-blooded. Until Joong made him burn. Joong Archen was just a tired corporate drone, working himself into apathy in a world that never stopped demanding. A late-night spa appointment, a dark road, and a very rude truck later... he wakes up in another world. One with talking beasts, primal tribes, and a brutal rule: female-smelling beings are rare and precious-and always claimed. Dunk is a legendary black serpent beastman. Penta-marked. Untouchable. Dangerous. He stopped searching for a mate decades ago, too bored, too lethal, too feared to be loved. But then Joong appears-smelling like a female, moving like a man, confusing everything Dunk thought he knew. Dunk wants to protect him. Dunk wants to keep him. Dunk wants to mate. And Joong? He just wants answers-and maybe, dangerously, wants Dunk right back. In a world where women rule and men fight for attention, Joong and Dunk's bond is anything but ordinary. It's ancient. It's forbidden. It's one touch away from consuming them both. ✨ Transmigration. Beastmen. Tail-wrapped cuddles. A serpent who falls hard. And a man who learns being claimed might mean being loved.