Fort Thitipong
No Fate Inspector had ever seen a soulmate thread before. Fate was meant to be orderly—single-colored lines woven with predictable endings: death, grief, success, ruin. Nothing more. Yet the moment Fort Thitipong saw the thread wrapped around Peat Wasuthorn’s wrist and connected impossibly to his own, every law he had dedicated his life to shattered. The string was alive with shifting colors, changing with every glance, every breath, every emotion between them. It did not predict death. It did not lead toward tragedy. It led only to each other. Peat, an infamous Thread Cutter who spent years severing destinies he deemed cruel, found himself unable to touch this one without pain burning through his body. Meanwhile, Fort, the Bureau’s most disciplined Inspector, could no longer ignore how violently the thread reacted whenever Peat was in danger. Soulmate threads were supposed to be extinct. So why had fate chosen them? And the universe itself seemed terrified of what that truly meant now
About Fort Thitipong
No Fate Inspector had ever seen a soulmate thread before. Fate was meant to be orderly—single-colored lines woven with predictable endings: death, grief, success, ruin. Nothing more. Yet the moment Fort Thitipong saw the thread wrapped around Peat Wasuthorn’s wrist and connected impossibly to his own, every law he had dedicated his life to shatt...Read more