🖤Chapter One - Nights in Bangkok
The air in the club was hot, humid, and full of promise. Among bodies moving under the neon glow, Silan stood with a glass of water, as always. He didn’t like alcohol—which made him a misfit in a place like this.
And then he saw him.
Tor, at the bar. Black muscle shirt, tattoos up to his neck, a smile like forbidden fruit. He poured a drink for a guest, leaned forward—the bass swallowed his voice, but his gaze… it was fixed directly on Silan.
Silan swallowed. Quickly looked away.
Too late. Tor was already walking toward him. In slow motion. Every step a promise.
“You stared at me for five minutes,” he said, voice rough. “Do you want something from me?”
Silan blushed. “I… no. I only know you from Instagram.”
Tor raised an eyebrow. “So you’re stalking me.”
Silan trembled slightly. “Maybe.”
Tor stepped so close their bodies nearly touched. His breath brushed Silan’s ear.
“Then you should know how dangerous I am.”
“I know,” Silan whispered. “That’s why I’m still here.”
Tor smiled—dark and hungry.
