In a world where bloodlines decide power and secondary genders determine destiny, Tankhun Theerapanyakul has always lived as a fragile ornament in his family's empire-an Omega hidden behind silk and shadows, broken once by cruelty, now protected only by his brothers' fear. He has survived kidnappings, betrayals, and the suffocating grip of the mafia world, but he has never been truly free.
Then came Top.
An Italian mafia prince whispered about in underworld circles, Top is no ordinary Alpha-he is an Enigma, a rare and feared secondary gender that bends both Alphas and Omegas to their knees. Ruthless, untouchable, and obsessive, Top doesn't just want Tankhun. He claims him.
To the world, Tankhun is fragile, a porcelain doll unfit for the throne. To Top, he is something else entirely-his dangerous, fragile treasure. A possession he will kill for, destroy for, and burn the entire mafia world to protect.
But love with an Enigma is never gentle. It is a battlefield of chains, power, and obsession. And once Tankhun falls into Top's hands, there will be no escape.
Vegas slammed Joss against the glass wall, eyes blazing, their breaths colliding in the heated space between them.
"Touch me again and I'll kill you," Vegas hissed, his voice sharp but trembling with something far more dangerous.
Joss only smirked, his hand sliding deliberately up Vegas's chest. "Then kill me, baby. But do it while I'm kissing you."
Before Vegas could reply, Joss's mouth crushed against his-furious, hungry, unstoppable. And though every bone in his body screamed to push him away, Vegas's lips betrayed him... kissing back like a man consumed by fire.
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