In a world where national threats hide in the shadows, the government creates the Phantom Division-a covert military force built for operations too dangerous and too sensitive for the world to ever hear about. Within this hidden world exist two of its sharpest units: Shadows and Ravens. They operate in silence. Bound by duty. Divided by legacy and rivalry.
Perth Tanapon, the sharp-minded operative from Ravens, and Santa Pongsapak, the reckless, impulsive maverick from Shadows, were never meant to see eye to eye-until a mission went horribly wrong.
They lost a comrade. And with him, they lost something in themselves too.
This is not a story of classified operations or flawless takedowns.
This is a story about what comes after.
It's about two souls shaped by trauma, broken by loss, slowly learning how to breathe again.
Through companionship and an unexpected love that blossoms at the most unlikely time, they begin to rebuild what was once shattered.
They fight enemies. They protect lives.
But in quiet moments between the chaos, they find something rarer: healing-in each other's eyes, in each other's arms.
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Just writing for fun,
Hope you all enjoy.......
Santa is an Omega who doesn't trust Alphas-not after what he's been through. He's built his walls high and learned to survive alone, sharp-tongued and guarded. Transferring to a new academy is supposed to be a clean slate, but nothing prepares him for Perth.
Perth is an Alpha professor with restraint like iron and eyes that see too much. He didn't expect the new student in his class to be an Omega-or to smell like coconut, sun-warmed sand, and something dangerously addictive.
When instinct meets resistance, and safety starts to feel like home, can two people haunted by the past find something real in each other?
A slow-burn A/B/O story about trust, scent, and the quiet ache of falling in love when you least expect it.