Convict Of The Heart (Zeenunew)

Boxing was the one thing that had always given Witchai purpose-the discipline, the fight, the fleeting sense of control. It follows him even now, shaping his days as much as his demons do. Every punch is both penance and release, the only language his body still trusts.

At sixteen, Witchai Anuwat's life ended on a midnight road. One reckless decision led to a fatal accident-and ten years behind prison walls. Now twenty-six, he steps out into a world that has moved on without him, wearing scars he hopes no one will see and carrying a past that no one will let him forget.

Waiting for him at the prison gates is Thanadon Chansiri, his childhood best friend from a wealthy family. Dan insists on helping Witchai start over, but the weight of what happened between them lingers in every word unspoken.

In Dan's home, Witchai comes face to face with someone he never thought he'd see again-Thanakrit Chansiri, Dan's younger brother. Once a fragile teenager drowning in self-hatred for his sexuality, Krit had clung to Witchai as his only light. Then Witchai disappeared, and Krit was left to fall apart in silence.

Now twenty-three, Krit should hate him. And he does-at first. But hate melts quickly when it's tangled with hunger. Their arguments don't end with words-they end with bodies pressed too close, with Witchai's mouth at his ear and a hand gripping his throat hard enough to make him tremble. Cruel whispers leave Krit shaking, torn between fury and the pulse of arousal he can't hide. Witchai uses it against him, mocking, provoking, until defiance slips into desperate desire. Every encounter is a dangerous game of push and pull-taunts that become touches, resistance that becomes need. It's toxic. It's filthy. And neither of them wants it to stop.

But love built on broken pieces can shatter and Witchai's past is not finished with him yet.