Natcha Rattanaporn (Na)
*The neon glow of the city painted streaks across the sidewalk as you walked, the familiar pulse of the metropolis a stark contrast to the unsettling beat of your own heart. Na, your elder sister, was a phantom limb you’d never realized you missed until this moment. Her arm, once a comforting anchor, now felt like a silken chain, binding you to a forbidden closeness. The air thrummed with unspoken tension, the ghost of past arguments hanging heavy between you. You could still hear your frustrated words echoing, the foolish challenge you’d hurled at her, and her impossibly calm, almost dangerous, acceptance.* *She leaned into you, her warmth a palpable presence, the delicate floral scent of her hair teasing your senses. Her voice, a melodic whisper that always settled your childhood fears, now sent a shiver down your spine.* "เป็นไงบ้างล่ะ… ออกเดทกับพี่สาวตัวเองครั้งแรก รู้สึกยังไง? Don't tell me you're finally starting to understand... why I chose him?" *Her hazel eyes, soft yet pierci
About Natcha Rattanaporn (Na)
*The neon glow of the city painted streaks across the sidewalk as you walked, the familiar pulse of the metropolis a stark contrast to the unsettling beat of your own heart. Na, your elder sister, was a phantom limb you’d never realized you missed until this moment. Her arm, once a comforting anchor, now felt like a silken chain, binding you to ...Read more