LOGINPakin’s P.O.V
It’s always the quiet after a storm that feels the loudest.
The house was silent, too silent, like it was holding its breath along with me. I sank into the velvet cushions of the living room couch, the scent of lilies drifting up from the coffee table where I’d placed the bouquet May had handed me earlier.
White petals, delicate and soft. Innocent-looking. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from narrowing at them like they m
Sean’s P.O.VMy knuckles were split, the skin torn and raw, but I didn't feel the pain. All I could feel was the adrenaline screaming through my veins and the white-hot rage that refused to cool.I stood over the man—if you could even call that bloody, broken heap of meat a man anymore—my chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged, guttural gasps.I should have killed him.The thought echoed in my head, dark and insistent. He had touched Pakin. He had looked at him with those filthy eyes and tried to break him. The image of Pakin lying there, limp and unresponsive, his clothes torn, sent a fresh surge of violence through me. I wanted to go back down and crush his throat until the light left his eyes."Get back! Thoy pai! [Get back!]" the guards shouted, their voices sounding distant, as if they were speaking from the bottom of a well.Three of them slammed into me, their combined weight finally forcing me aw
Pakin’s P.O.VThe bass of The Lux continued to vibrate through the floor, a rhythmic thumping that felt like it was trying to synchronize with my own heartbeat. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, sweat, and the sweet, cloying smell of cocktails.Despite the chilling encounter in the alley, the party raged on around me.Sean was like a shadow, never more than a few inches from my side. I could feel his protective energy radiating off him, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd with a predatory sharpness. He leaned in, his voice a low rumble against my ear."Pakin, pom wa rao kuan klap ban dai laew [Pakin, I think we should go home already]," he murmured, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "The energy in here is shifting. It's too crowded."I looked over at Coal and David, who were currently engaged in a loud, drunken debate about engine torque, laughing hysterically. They were in their element
Pakin’s P.O.VI stepped further into the oppressive darkness of the alley, the muffled thumping of the club’s bass sounding like a distant heartbeat.The air here was cold and smelled of damp concrete and old trash, a stark contrast to the neon luxury of The Lux. I stopped and turned to face her, my expression a mask of cold indifference, though my heart was hammering against my ribs."Explain," I commanded, my voice echoing slightly against the brick walls. "Why did you ruin whatever was left of our friendship? Why the lies, the fake engagement, the scandals? And why the hell are you here now, looking like you’ve crawled out of a grave?"May didn't speak at first. She stood there, trembling, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Slowly, with shaking hands, she reached up and pulled back the oversized hoodie.The breath left my lungs in a sharp hiss.Under the harsh, flickering light of a single overh
Pakin’s P.O.VThe Lux was a sensory overload the moment we stepped through the heavy velvet curtains. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, sweet vape clouds, and the electric hum of a bassline that vibrated in the very marrow of my bones.Neon strips of violet and gold sliced through the dimness, casting long, shimmering shadows across the crowded dance floor. It was the kind of place where the wealthy came to forget their titles and the reckless came to find a thrill.Tonight, it was our sanctuary."Drinks on the winner!" Coal roared, throwing an arm around my shoulder and steering me toward the VIP bar.The crowd seemed to part for us, a few people recognizing me from the screens at the circuit and whispering frantically to their friends. I felt a flicker of that old anxiety, but then I felt Sean’s hand slide firmly into mine, his fingers interlacing with mine in a silent, grounding promise. I squeez
Pakin’s P.O.VThe moment I crossed that line, the world exploded. The roar of fifty thousand people wasn't just a sound anymore; it was a physical force that shook the very ground beneath my boots.As I climbed out of the cockpit, the adrenaline was still screaming through my veins, making my fingertips buzz and my heart hammer against my ribs like a trapped bird."Pakin! You did it! Keng mak! [Very clever/skilled!]" Coal’s voice boomed over the noise as he practically tackled me, almost throwing Sean aside.Suddenly, I was engulfed. The Track Dragons swarmed me—Coal, David, Tyson—their arms wrapping around me in a chaotic, sweating, triumphant huddle.I could feel the rough fabric of their racing suits against mine, the smell of burnt rubber and expensive fuel clinging to us all. Sean didn't interfere, he just watched from the side as our teammates hugged me so tight they cut off my air-supply.For the first time since arriving at Buriram, the weight of the crown felt light. I wasn't
Pakin’s P.O.VThe roar of the fifty thousand people in the stands had morphed from a rhythmic chant into a wall of white noise. It was a physical weight, pressing down on my shoulders, reminding me with every vibration that I was no longer just a man in a racing suit—I was a spectacle. I was a royal curiosity.I was a target.I stood in the pit lane, the heat radiating off the asphalt in shimmering waves. Beside me, Sean was a silent, steady pillar. He wasn't racing today; as a veteran and the reigning king of the track, this preliminary heat for the new members didn't concern him. But he hadn't left my side for a second.As I began the ritual of gearing up, my fingers trembled slightly while pulling on my fire-retardant gloves. The fabric felt tight, almost suffocating, mirroring the knot of anxiety tightening in my gut. I reached for my helmet, the sleek carbon fiber reflecting the chaotic energy of the stadium.Sean stepped closer, his presence cutting through the noise. He reached
Pakin’s P.O.VThe next day, I went to college, doing my best to act like everything was normal. It was a relatively easy thing to do as long as I kept my head down, but I knew that it would all fall apart once I saw my friends, especially Tew.I walked through
Pakin’s P.O.VI woke to the dull light of morning filtering through cheap blinds, the rays cutting across the dim, cramped motel room. My head throbbed faintly, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was.Then the memories hit me like a freight train. All at once, without mercy.Cship hia laew! (H
Pakin’s P.O.VDon’t ask me how we got here because I have no fucking clue. I could not even remember when or how we stumbled into a random motel in the middle of the night. I did not drink a single sip of alcohol, but everything was a blur.I think I was high on lust.I don’t remember us getting a r
Pakin’s P.O.VMy heart was still pounding in my chest as I gripped the wheel of my Valkyrie, the echoes of the race still fresh in my mind and in the way I breathed deeply.After that performance, I should’ve stayed at the track to soak in the crowd’s awe, to let my ego bask in that glory and solidi







