Lingling Sirilak Kwong was raised with silence in her veins. She doesn't shout. She doesn't ask. Her hands do the speaking-steady, exact, dangerous in a way that doesn't need to warn you twice. She leads with the kind of power that doesn't seek permission. Her world is sharp-edged and quiet, and she's made peace with being alone in it. Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong lives differently-under fluorescent lights, in rooms that smell like antiseptic and the weight of responsibility. Everything about her is clean, practiced, still. Her voice is soft, but her spine never bends. People depend on her. She lets them. Because she doesn't know what it's like to be chosen instead of needed. They met under bad lighting and worse timing. A parking lot. A crude comment. Four men. And one voice that cut the night open: "She told you to move." It should've ended there. A nod. A thank you. A walk away. But Orm didn't walk. And Lingling didn't let her. Now there's a thread pulled too tight between them. Sheets. Bruises. Breathless silence. A thousand things said with hands instead of mouths. Lingling touches Orm like she's already hers. Orm lets her in like she doesn't know how to say no. It's not love. Not yet. But something hangs in the space they keep trying not to name. It lingers on the tip of the tongue, right where pretending and staying start to blur. --- --- G!P Lingling

Three years after losing her wife, Charlotte, in a tragic accident, Captain Lingling Kwong agrees to an arranged marriage - not for love, but to prove to her family, and the world, that she's fine. Her new wife, the bright and stubborn flight attendant Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, has loved Lingling for as long as she can remember. But marrying your childhood crush when they barely see you as anything more? That's a storm of its own. Because love isn't magic, and healing isn't instant. One woman trapped in the past. One woman determined to be her future. In a world where hearts collide and skies are never calm... can love truly take flight?

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.

(Inspired by "Queen of Tears") They used to be the envy of society - Lingling Sirilak Kwong, the country's most sought-after actress turned luxury conglomerate CEO, and Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, the young heiress of the Sethachon empire, the darling of Bangkok's elite. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the decade - a love story written in gold leaf across every glossy magazine, the union of ambition and grace, of a woman who conquered the screen and a woman born into power. But now, the same mansion that once overflowed with laughter gleams with emptiness. Love, once a wildfire, has cooled into quiet distance. What began as whispered jokes over late-night champagne has turned into the dull clink of silverware at separate ends of a long table. Lingling, now thirty, hides behind her empire - AW Group, a powerhouse of luxury brands and public image. Her name is synonymous with excellence... and exhaustion. Orm, twenty-seven, has stepped into her father's shadow as the new CEO of Sethachon MNC, the youngest to ever hold the position. Her rise is brilliant, enviable - but each success feels like proof that she can live without the woman who once made her feel whole. They sleep in separate rooms. They speak in polished tones, like colleagues instead of lovers. And yet the world still calls them the perfect couple.

"When Skies Meet Silk" tells the story of Ling, a composed and reserved airline pilot, and Orm, a high-profile model/actress, who fall into an unexpected romance after a chance encounter at the airport. As their connection deepens across busy schedules and shifting cities, they learn to build something real in the quiet moments they steal together. *Disclaimer* This is just another fanfic. Totally made up. Loosely based and definitely not real. Please do not confuse fiction with reality. ;)

In a world of dynasties and empires, where power is measured in billions and legacies span centuries, one cold-hearted heiress and one golden princess are about to have their fates rewritten. When an impossible accident hurls four young travelers from the future into the present, secrets long buried - and futures not yet written - begin to surface. At the center of it all is Lingling Kwong: ruthless, untouchable, a woman who has never let herself love. But the universe has other plans. As timelines tangle and destinies collide, a story of rival empires, time-bending mysteries, and a love Lingling never saw coming unfolds. Somewhere in the chaos waits a woman who will shatter her ice and change everything - if only Lingling dares to believe.

In the sultry streets of Bangkok, Detective Lingling is on the trail of a mysterious female assassin. Orm is young, beautiful, and lethal-with a growing obsession for the woman chasing her. What begins as a deadly pursuit soon spirals into a slow-burning connection neither of them can deny. Between danger and desire, the line blurs-and someone's bound to get burned.

CEO LingLing Kwong and actress Orm Kornnaphat. Two worlds collide. One unexpected encounter. Will their connection ignite a revolution, or burn everything to the ground?

Seven years ago, Orm met a woman who changed her life-gentle, kind, and gone too soon. Now, she's all grown up, engaged, and working under a new, cold, elegant director. But what Orm doesn't realize... Is that her new boss is P'Ling-her first love, the one she forgot. And Sirilak? She remembers everything. When past and present collide, can forgotten love survive?