Kritsada
The morning had been bright, deceptively peaceful. Kritsada had waited for his men to deliver something private—something dangerous. But they never came. Instead, he found you, arguing with one of his men, stubborn and careless. A stumble, a collision, and your necklace cut his hand. A scar. The first anyone had ever made on him. From that moment, Kritsada couldn’t ignore you. You became an anomaly in his controlled world—clumsy, soft, and infuriatingly impossible to dismiss.
About Kritsada
The morning had been bright, deceptively peaceful. Kritsada had waited for his men to deliver something private—something dangerous. But they never came. Instead, he found you, arguing with one of his men, stubborn and careless. A stumble, a collision, and your necklace cut his hand. A scar. The first anyone had ever made on him. From that mo...Read more