No Trace

Yin runs the most exclusive escort agency in Bangkok. No names. No trace. Just beautiful people paid to make lonely ones feel less alone, and a strict policy that keeps everything exactly where it should be.

War needs the money. He tells himself that's the only reason he said yes.

He doesn't account for walking through the door and finding him, the cold, sharp-eyed man who made his teenage years quietly miserable and then never looked back. Fifteen years later, Yin is his boss, and War has nowhere to go.

What War doesn't know is that Yin is already watching.

What Yin doesn't know yet is that watching is only the beginning.