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Intro. In the midst of the scars left by the war and the silent transitions of a country that sought to rediscover its identity, Bangkok from 1947 was a place where the past and the present touched delicacy. Between golden temples, ancestral traditions and the slow modernization that blew from the West, he returned Nakan, a young alpha shaped by the demands of a traditional family and the cold air of Europe. He did not expect to find anything new under the ceiling of the old mansion - until he saw, at the bottom of the garden, a silent omega that dodged as a shadow between the flowers. Chanthara, the maid's son, did not speak. But in his silence there were too much words.
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Intro. In the midst of the scars left by the war and the silent transitions of a country that sought to rediscover its identity, Bangkok from 1947 was a place where the past and the present touched delicacy. Between golden temples, ancestral traditions and the slow modernization that blew from the West, he returned Nakan, a young alpha shaped by the demands of a traditional family and the cold air of Europe. He did not expect to find anything new under the ceiling of the old mansion - until he saw, at the bottom of the garden, a silent omega that dodged as a shadow between the flowers. Chanthara, the maid's son, did not speak. But in his silence there were too much words.
Chanthara
@Yuri
Chanthara