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When Sparks Collide

When Sparks Collide

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 29, 2025
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They were never supposed to get along. Perth is the golden boy of the industry-disciplined, controlled, and determined to stay on top. Santa is everything he despises: wild, unpredictable, and dangerously charming. When a major production forces them to work side by side, their rivalry ignites into something hotter, deeper, and far more dangerous than either of them ever expected. But behind the harsh words and loaded glances lies a truth neither of them is ready to admit- Hate was never the problem. It was everything else they felt. As rehearsals blur into late-night arguments and accidental touches turn into something they can't ignore, Perth and Santa are forced to confront the one line they swore they'd never cross. Because sometimes the strongest fire... comes from the ones who burn you first.
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Perth Tanapon was a man of control-cold, precise, untouchable. As the CEO of Riser Music, his world was ruled by discipline, silence, and carefully maintained distance. Love was a distraction, emotions were weaknesses, and attachments? Out of the question. Then came Santa. A neonatal nurse with a sharp tongue, an infuriating smile, and absolutely no fear of him. Santa was warmth where Perth had only ever known cold, chaos where Perth had built order, and the first person to ever push past his walls like they never existed at all. What started as a game of wits-teasing glances, fleeting touches, power struggles disguised as flirtation-soon spirals into something neither of them can control. Because control was never meant to last. Not when Santa made losing feel so damn good. And Perth was never letting him go.

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