They find their way back to each other in every life no matter what

Fang hid many secrets under that unbothered mask of his. What happens when it starts cracking under renewed weight from his father's return?

Love painted in blood, devotion sealed in silence-one orchestrates the game, the other plays along, and neither surrenders. Boom Tharatorn always gets what he wants. This time, he wants Aou-a quiet, wide-eyed photographer who flinches under his gaze and stammers when spoken to. Boom claims him, controls him, forces him into love. "Boom... you're scaring me." "Then stop running." "I-I never ran." Boom smirks. "Good. Then stay." To the world, Aou is soft-spoken and timid, a fragile thing caught in Boom's grasp. But behind innocent eyes lies something far darker.