Everyone knows Lalisa Manoban as the coldest CEO in the industry- ruthless, untouchable, and feared by everyone who works under her. No one knows she's been in love with Jennie Kim, the world's most famous idol, for years. From the shadows of private lounges, security rooms, and sold-out arenas, Lisa watches. Protects. Waits. Never touching. Never crossing the line. Until one night in London changes everything. When Jennie is trapped by chaos and cameras, the woman who owns the building steps forward- not as a billionaire, not as a CEO, but as the only person willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But loving an idol means living in secrets. And being a CEO means choosing power over the heart. In a world ruled by fame, contracts, scandals, and cold empires- what happens when the Ice Queen falls first? She was never supposed to love her. But she always did.

Charlotte always thought that Engfa was the typical nerd, shy and doesn't have many friends aside from the book she reads but that is until she learned her secret. A secret she can't easily forget.

Dr. Jennie Kim is flawless, feared, and focused-a top cardiothoracic surgeon with no room for nonsense. Dr. Lalisa Manoban is gentle, brilliant, and secretly juggling more than just her pediatric cases-she's also a devoted single mom to her son, Lucas. Thrown together in the chaos of Seoul's elite hospital, their worlds slowly begin to intertwine through late-night surgeries, accidental coffee breaks, hospital galas, and the laughter of a little boy who sees right through everyone. As sparks simmer beneath silence and guarded hearts begin to unravel, Jennie finds herself drawn to Lisa's warmth-and Lisa discovers a home in the most unexpected place. Surrounded by meddling best friends, nosy nurses, and a very judgmental Grandpa Kim, they begin to write their own quiet love story. A slow-burn romantic comedy stitched together with soft tension, dinosaur plushies, stolen glances, and the love of one extraordinary little boy.

**The Geometry of Us** Engfa Waraha is the "Iron Rose" of Sapphire University-the billionaire heiress whose life is a perfectly drafted blueprint of expectations, boardrooms, and silence. Charlotte Austin is the scholarship student from Phuket, an aspiring architect who survives on caffeine, charcoal sketches, and a fierce determination to never be anyone's "project." In the cramped, chaotic sanctuary of Room 304, two worlds that were never meant to touch begin to collide. But in a world where a single viral post can ruin a legacy and a midnight phone call can end a career, their love is a structural risk they can't afford to take. Can they build a future together in secret, or will the weight of the Waraha name crush them both?

Charlotte Austin, the Snow Princess of Bangkok is the heir to the Ivory Palace Casino and daughter of Gil Austin. The man everyone whispers about when the powder starts flooding the city. The Austin Generation hides a multi billion baht cocaine empire behind velvet ropes, VIP rooms, and roulettes. Engfa Waraha is the opposite kind of royalty. The anonymous boss of Waraha Hills, a "hotel business" that quietly moves an infamous unique Asian blend of marijuana across borders. With her father locked behind bars, Engfa runs the operation in silence, smarter than anyone expects while keeping an anonymous profile. When one of her shipments is seized and men in "A" marked vests are seen at the scene, Engfa knows exactly who's sending a message. the Austins are using her routes now, and she's not about to be treated like a joke. So Engfa does what no one would ever dare. She strikes where it'll hurt the Austin cartel kingpin the most, through his daughter. What starts as a calculated business deal and a dangerous game of access into Gil's life, turns into late nights, tension, and a connection that shouldn't exist between rival empires. Because Charlotte begins to let Engfa see a part of her life she doesn't share with just anyone. and Engfa realizes too late that revenge is easy, until you fall for the person you were supposed to destroy. ‼️WARNING: Talks of Murder, Sex, Drugs, overdoses, Trafficking substances‼️ (I do not own the names of the characters mentioned in this book)

In the dazzling world of fame and flashing cameras, when the curtain falls and the stage lights fade, two women will discover that the greatest performance is living their truth. Engfa is a star an idol who moves under spotlight and expectation, confident yet haunted by the cost of her public image. Charlotte is the journalist assigned to profile her cool, observant, determined to expose the real person behind the glamour. What starts as assignment and obligation becomes something deeper, when late nights, whispered confessions and shared vulnerability rewrite both their stories. Expect moments of sweet laughter, sharp hurt, quiet understanding, and the ache of distance. Expect raw honesty, hidden glances, and that flutter when fiction begins to feel more like reality. This is a slow-burn, cinematic romance where the world sees the star but only one woman sees the heart. Dive in. Because when the masks come off, love might just be the most dangerous headline. EngfaXCharlotte

TOP CHAR BOTTOM ENG In another universe, who was Engfa Waraha if she stayed in Udon Thani and never joined Miss Grand? Would she be married? Was she gay? Would she enjoy fame? And how would she meet Charlotte Austin in this life? If luck was a spectrum, then they stood on the opposite ends. There shouldn't be a reason to meet or to fall in love, but fortunately or unfortunately for her, Charlotte happened to be the most stubborn woman in the world. #ExtremeSlowBurn

🚨 WARNING 🚨 This is a sapphic erotic fanfiction AU | Englot | Year 2350 | Intersex characters In the year 2350, women rule the world. After World War III tore civilization apart, the Earth was rebuilt by fifty elite matriarchal families, governed by cis-females and Femina Primes, an advanced intersex class born to rule, reproduce, and protect peace. Males became obsolete. Conflict became history. Until now. Engfa Waraha, crowned Femina Prime of Thailand's most powerful dynasty, was bred for power. Cold, captivating, untouchable. Charlotte Austin, born to a Thai Treaty mother and a disgraced cis-male general, was raised in the shadows, desperate to belong. They were childhood rivals. Then came Paris. Then came the night that changed everything. Now, war is rising again, and between duty, jealousy, bloodlines, and lust, love may be the most dangerous rebellion of all. ⚠️ Disclaimer & Content Warnings This is a fanfiction based on the fictional pairing of Engfa Waraha & Charlotte Austin (Englot). All characters, plotlines, and world-building are dramatized and entirely fictional. This story is rated 18+ and contains: 🔞 **Explicit sexual content (fem/fem + intersex) - Intersex representation (Femina Prime = intersex female with penis) - Jealousy, heartbreak, sapphic angst, erotic drama - Matriarchal dominance, elite society, political scheming** Please read with caution. Reader discretion advised. Not suitable for minors. ❗ No imagery, likenesses, or characters used in this work are owned by us. This is a non-commercial, fan-created story. No copyright infringement intended.

Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin, a married lesbian couple bound by deep love and unwavering support, spent the first three years of their marriage in happiness. Their life seemed perfect - thriving careers, stability, and affection that felt endless. On the surface, everything appeared just right. But slowly, something began to shift. Not because of a third person. Not because of fights or betrayal. But something quieter - love that gradually faded for no clear reason. Charlotte began to feel an emptiness she couldn't explain. And when love disappears without warning, it becomes even harder to understand... and far more painful to accept. Engfa, still deeply in love with Charlotte, desperately searched for answers. She refused to believe that the love they had built so carefully could vanish into silence. But Charlotte had already made her decision: she wanted to leave - not out of anger, but because her heart no longer felt anything.