Your Knife, My throat

He was never meant to exist in Ohm Pawat's world.

Nanon Korapat was the wrong hostage, an error in a violent equation. A quiet med student with eyes too fierce and a mouth too soft, dropped into the hands of a man who only believes in ending what he cannot control. Ohm was forged in blood, revered and reviled, feared more than death itself. His body bears the scars of war; his soul bears none at all. And yet, he doesn't kill Nanon.

He keeps him. Watches him.
Wants him.

Because Nanon does something no one else dares:
He looks at Ohm and doesn't flinch.

But secrets rot beneath silence. Nanon carries a bloodline tied to Ohm's greatest enemy. The boy Ohm wants to claim is the son of the man trying to destroy him. And by the time he finds out, it's too late, his gun's pointed at someone he can't bring himself to pull the trigger on.

In a city carved by betrayal and fire, their love isn't a salvation.
It's a weapon.

Around them, the world spirals:

Tay, the informant who knows too much and smiles too easily, falling for New, Nanon's cousin, a firecracker with venom in his fists and trust issues sharper than glass.

Perth, Ohm's only tether to humanity, too loud, too broken, the only one who can scream at the king and still be kissed on the forehead.

Dew, an ex-assassin turned bartender, mixing liquor with violence and chaos with charm.

Love, in this world, doesn't heal. It haunts.