Thadjie is a man used to living in the shadows-an assassin with a reputation for being cold, efficient, and untouchable. But after a mission goes awry, he is forced to abandon his old life, and a new identity to lay low. In the small, quiet town of Orient Vale, he takes up an unassuming job as a bartender, trying to blend into the background while the storm of his past rages just outside his door.
One rainy night, everything changes when a mysterious girl stumbles into the bar, drenched and barely standing. As she collapses into Thadjie's arms, their eyes meet, and something inexplicable shifts. With a few simple words-"I know you"-the girl shatters his carefully crafted facade. But what she says next is even more baffling: "You're my future husband."
As secrets unravel and their fates intertwine, Thadjie finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about destiny, danger, and the life he tried to leave behind. With both of them marked by the same mysterious blue streak in their hair, Thadjie must decide whether the girl is a threat, a stranger, or someone he's meant to protect.
Jin has been in love with his best friend for ten years and spent five of those years in a relationship with him. But one day, he was forced to face the painful truth-those five years were nothing but a lie. Heartbroken and lonely, he throws himself into writing his new novel, determined to move on. However, his peace is constantly shattered by his next-door neighbor-a notorious player who brings different people over every night, filling the air with moans and humping sounds. Unable to focus and deprived of sleep, Jin reaches his breaking point.
Frustrated and drunk, he storms over to confront his noisy neighbor, only to wake up the next morning in the man's bed. His head is pounding, his memories are hazy, and his body feels... different. Just what the hell happened last night?
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.
The cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.