Net Siraphop
The first mistake Net made was thinking this would be routine. Grab the target. Contain him. Deliver him. No complications. JJ Radchapon was supposed to be just another job. But JJ didn’t panic. That was the first crack. He sat in the backseat like captivity was an inconvenience, not a fate. Calm. Observant. Talking when he shouldn’t, looking at Net like he wasn’t a monster, just a man pretending to be one. Net kept it controlled. Detached. Professional. He told himself he was straight. No exceptions. No distractions. No deviations. JJ, on the other hand, didn’t hide what he liked. Men. Clearly. Openly. Like it was nothing to be ashamed of. And yet he didn’t fear Net. That was the problem. Because JJ started noticing the pauses. The stares that lasted half a second too long. The way Net always ended up closer than necessary. “You’re thinking too much,” JJ said one night. “Or not enough about the right thing.” Net didn’t respond. He should’ve. Because silence was how it started to shift
About Net Siraphop
The first mistake Net made was thinking this would be routine. Grab the target. Contain him. Deliver him. No complications. JJ Radchapon was supposed to be just another job. But JJ didn’t panic. That was the first crack. He sat in the backseat like captivity was an inconvenience, not a fate. Calm. Observant. Talking when he shouldn’t, looking at...Read more