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Win Metawin was known for his quiet demeanor and soft smile, a stark contrast to his fiery and temperamental senior mentor, Gulf Kanawut. The two couldn't have been more different, yet fate had a way of intertwining their lives in unexpected ways.

Gulf, infamous for his sharp tongue and no-nonsense attitude, had been assigned as Win's mentor during college. Their interactions were often tense, with Gulf finding fault in everything Win did.

"Do you even pay attention?" Gulf would bark during their study sessions, his brows furrowed in frustration.

Win, flustered and wide-eyed, would mumble an apology and try harder. Despite the constant scolding, Gulf always ended up guiding him patiently, though he'd never admit it aloud.

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A year after Gulf graduated, Win's world was turned upside down when their parents announced an arranged marriage.

"You're marrying Gulf Kanawut," his mother said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Win's heart sank. Gulf? The same senior who had made his life so stressful in college? He barely had time to process the news before the wedding was upon them.

After the ceremony, the newlyweds moved into a sleek apartment Gulf had chosen.

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Life with Gulf wasn't easy. The older man's temper hadn't softened, and he seemed to take pleasure in giving Win a hard time.

"Why are your shoes in the hallway?" Gulf asked one evening, his tone sharp.

"I was in a hurry," Win replied timidly.

"You're always in a hurry," Gulf muttered, shaking his head as he picked up the shoes himself.

But for all his complaints, Gulf's actions often contradicted his words. He'd quietly leave breakfast for Win before heading to work or drop off coffee at his lectures without saying a word.

Win couldn't figure him out. Gulf was infuriating yet oddly considerate, and it left him feeling confused.

--- One afternoon, Gulf decided to surprise Win by picking him up from college. As he approached the campus, he spotted Win talking to a girl who seemed far too close for comfort.

The sight made Gulf's blood boil. Without a second thought, he marched over, his expression cold and menacing.

Win turned just as Gulf reached them, startled by the hand that gripped his waist.

"phi Gulf? What are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up," Gulf said curtly, his eyes never leaving the girl. "Is there a problem here?"

The girl stammered a quick "no" before retreating, clearly intimidated by Gulf's icy demeanor.

Win frowned as Gulf guided him to the car. "You didn't have to scare her like that."

"She was too close," Gulf replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

--- At Home:

The apartment was silent when they returned, but the tension between them was palpable.

Win placed his bag on the couch, turning to Gulf with a frown. "You can't just-"

Before he could finish, Gulf pulled him close, his hands firm on Win's waist.

"You're mine, Win," Gulf said, his voice low and possessive. "I won't let anyone else have you."

Win's breath hitched, his protests dying on his lips as Gulf's mouth claimed his.

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Gulf's kisses were demanding, leaving no room for hesitation. He backed Win against the wall, his hands exploring the smaller man's frame with a mix of urgency and reverence.

Win melted under his touch, his usual innocence giving way to a desire he didn't know he possessed.

"You're mine," Gulf whispered against his skin, his voice rough with emotion.

"And I'm yours," Win replied, his voice trembling but sure.

The night was filled with passion, Gulf's possessiveness mingling with an unexpected tenderness that left Win breathless. Gulf made sure everyone knew Win belonged to him by his mark.

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Gulf wasn't one for romantic gestures. But ever since the incident at Win's college, something in him shifted. He couldn't shake the image of Win's startled expression when he'd pulled him close, or the way Win had shyly avoided his gaze after they shared an intense night together.

Determined to make up for his possessiveness, Gulf decided to take Win out on a proper date.

"Be ready at 6," Gulf said one morning, handing Win a small note before leaving for work.

Win blinked at the note, his heart fluttering as he read the words: Wear something nice. I'm taking you out.

By the time 6 p.m. rolled around, Win was a bundle of nerves. He stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down his shirt for the tenth time. Gulf's sudden acts of kindness always caught him off guard.

When Gulf arrived, dressed in a sharp black blazer, Win felt his cheeks heat up.

"You look... nice," Gulf said, his voice softer than usual.

"Thank you," Win mumbled, his eyes darting away.

They went to a cozy rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. The setting sun bathed everything in golden light, and for once, Gulf's usual sharpness seemed to melt away.

As they ate, Gulf found himself captivated by Win's excitement over the smallest things-the way his eyes lit up when he saw the dessert menu, the way he giggled when Gulf made a rare joke.

"Why are you staring at me?" Win asked, his cheeks pink.

"Because you're cute," Gulf replied without hesitation.

Win's face turned crimson, and he quickly looked down at his plate, muttering something about Gulf being too blunt.

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Later that night, after they returned home, Win was curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching a movie. Gulf joined him, sitting close enough that their shoulders brushed.

"Are you cold?" Gulf asked, noticing the way Win tugged the blanket tighter around himself.

"A little," Win admitted.

Without a word, Gulf pulled him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Win stiffened at first but soon relaxed, resting his head against Gulf's chest.

"Why are you being so nice today?" Win asked softly, his voice barely audible over the movie.

Gulf chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly playing with Win's hair. "Can't I just want to take care of my husband?"

Win didn't reply, but the small smile on his face said everything.

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A few days later, Gulf decided to surprise Win again. He showed up at his college unannounced, waiting near the library where he knew Win spent most of his free time.

When Win walked out, carrying a stack of books, he nearly dropped them in surprise at the sight of Gulf.

"What are you doing here?" Win asked, his voice a mix of confusion and delight.

"Picking you up," Gulf said simply, taking the books from Win's arms.

As they walked to Gulf's car, Win couldn't stop smiling. Gulf rarely showed up like this, and it made him feel... special.

"Thank you," Win said as Gulf opened the car door for him.

"You don't have to thank me," Gulf replied, ruffling Win's hair. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

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One evening, after a long day, Gulf found Win sitting on the floor of their apartment, struggling to assemble a bookshelf he'd bought online.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Gulf asked, crouching down beside him.

"I thought I could do it myself," Win said, pouting.

Gulf laughed, shaking his head. "You're hopeless."

Together, they worked on the bookshelf, with Gulf doing most of the heavy lifting while Win handed him screws and tools.

When they finally finished, Win beamed with pride.

"See? We make a good team," he said, looking up at Gulf.

Gulf couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, we do."

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As the days turned into weeks, Gulf found himself unable to hold back his feelings any longer. One quiet evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the stars, he finally spoke.

"Win," Gulf began, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

"Hmm?" Win turned to look at him, his eyes curious.

"I know I'm not the easiest person to be with. I lose my temper, I say things I don't mean... but I want you to know that I love you."

Win's eyes widened, his lips parting in surprise.

"I've loved you for a long time," Gulf continued, taking Win's hand in his. "And I'm sorry it took me this long to tell you."

Tears welled up in Win's eyes as he smiled, squeezing Gulf's hand. "I love you too."

Gulf pulled him into a tight hug, burying his face in Win's hair. For the first time, he felt truly at peace, knowing that the person he loved most in the world felt the same. The night they find each other in bed by making love, but this time with the love

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I saw Win sleep, my heart swelling with a mix of love and obsession.

From the moment I first saw Win in college, I had been captivated. The younger man's shy smiles and innocent nature had drawn me in, and I had been determined to make him his.

When other guys flirted with Win, I the Gulf ensured they faced the consequences. My connections and influence made it easy to keep Win safe-and oblivious to the lengths I went to for him.

Convincing our parents to arrange the marriage had been the easiest part. Watching Win adapt to our life together, unaware of my obsession, had been a different challenge altogether.

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Now, as he brushed a strand of hair from Win's face, Gulf couldn't help but smile.

"You'll never know how much I love you and obsessed with you. If anyone tries to close to you, they will see me! Just how that girl being out of the country now," he murmured softly. And kiss Win on his head.

Win stirred, mumbling something in his sleep before curling closer to Gulf.

Gulf tightened his hold on him, vowing silently to keep Win by his side forever.

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