Keefe was slowly breaking inside. His family hated him. Fitz didn't like him anymore. Sophie had rejected him. Everyone else was cold to him, still not trusting him after the Neverseen fiasco. Tam was the only one who really cared.
And some days, Keefe could tell even that care was forced.
But he couldn't tell anyone. No one would really understand. They would all pity him. So he hid it all away. To the point where he could barely speak to somebody without sounding cold and withdrawn.
Still, he kept pretending. Kept his head up. Kept on smiling, smiling, smiling.
But he knew he was really dying, dying, dying.
This Kam fanfic is a human AU. In this, Tam never joined the Neverseen. However, Keefe did, to try and get vital information. It didn't work, instead he gave up information.
This was started at 3:30 A.M., so the concept is probably terrible, but I might as well write it.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, self-harm, etc.
In a world ruled by legacy, two women are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate might have other plans.
Orm Kornnaphat is a spoiled heiress - fiery, dramatic, and used to getting her way. She's the rebellious daughter of a powerful food export empire, more interested in stuffed toys and late mornings than boardrooms and responsibilities. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she's furious - especially when her bride turns out to be the mysterious stranger who once helped her on a night she can't even remember.
Lingling Kwong is the definition of composed. Cold, calculating, and beautiful, she's the only child of the Kwong business dynasty and a boss feared by everyone - but apparently not including her new wife. For Ling, obedience is survival. She's always done what's expected of her, even if it means marrying a bratty stranger for the sake of business and family pride.
Thrown into a high-profile marriage neither of them asked for, Orm and Lingling become unwilling partners in a game far bigger than themselves. From chaotic mornings to silent car rides, office wars to stuffed toys invading private spaces - they're learning that hatred, annoyance, and sarcasm might just blur into something else when you're stuck in the same home, same office... and the same destiny.
Love isn't part of the plan.
But fate? Fate doesn't care what they planned.