The Taming Game

PROLOGUE

They say the Thanawanich estate was built over a battlefield.

That the soil drank so much blood, the trees still whisper in screams.

That the house itself can taste fear.

No one speaks of it during the day.

But at night, the servants light candles at every corner, not to see-but to keep the shadows away.

Because something lives in those shadows.

Not a ghost.

Not a god.

Something worse.

A man.

A man who wears silence like silk.

A man whose voice is never raised, because it doesn't need to be.

A man who smiles when you beg and laughs when you scream.

Inthorn Thanawanich.

The name itself is a curse in the underworld. The serpent of Thailand's criminal empire. The heir who never bowed. The son who rose from ashes still soaked in his mother's blood.

He doesn't just rule.

He collects.

And one day, he found something worth keeping.

A boy.

Small. Too soft for this world.

With moonlight in his eyes and scars hidden beneath smiles.

A boy named Noi.

Noi wasn't meant for this world.

He was meant for warmth. For sunlight. For laughter.

But fate doesn't care what you're meant for.

And monsters don't ask permission.

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They say love can heal all wounds.

But what happens when love is the wound?

And when the devil wraps his arms around you-not to kill you, but to keep you?

Who do you pray to then?

Because in this story,

There are no heroes.

Only hunger.

And it's already too late to run.

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