Beyond Control

Introduction

The voice was a low rumble, a velvet threat in the dark. A sigh, half pleasure, half surrender, escaped from the man underneath him as fingers, cool and deliberate, trailed over a sensitive nipple. Each touch was a deliberate, slow burn, a punishment and a promise all at once.

"Don't come into my room," he murmured, his breath a warm whisper against the other's ear. "And yet, you walked right in, didn't you?" His hand moved, pressing down on the other's chest, a gentle weight that pinned him to the bed. It wasn't about strength; it was about control, a silent reminder of who was in charge.

"Don't get close to me," he continued, the words a soft accusation. He lowered his body, letting their hips touch, the contact a jolt of pure heat. "And yet, here you are, trapped in my arms, and you're not trying to get away." His other hand slid down, following the curve of the spine, pulling the man closer until there was no space left between them. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the silence punctuated only by a sharp intake of breath.

"Don't wake up naked in my bed," he said, the final rule a cruel twist of the knife. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the other man's neck, sending a shiver through him. "And yet, you're here, trembling underneath me." He could feel the fine tremor of his body, the frantic beat of his heart against his own, and a low, satisfied hum vibrated in his chest.

A moan, long and guttural, escaped the man below.

"Shhh," he whispered, a finger pressed to the other's lips. "Let me show you what happens when you break the rules."

The world knew Johan Kittiwan as the most powerful and ruthless man in Thailand, a master of control. In his designer suits and with his razor-sharp instincts, he was a force of nature. But even a force of nature can be tamed by a single, small person. For Johan, that person was his son, Kayl. With his small hands, round eyes, and soft giggle, Kayl was his one and only weakness. Johan would do anything for him, and that was the problem.

He needed someone to care for Kayl, but without any ulterior motives. The countless nannies, tutors, and caregivers who came and went were all after one thing: his money, his power, his name. Each one of them left a bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth, a quiet confirmation that no one could be trusted. He was beginning to think he would never find the right person—until North walked through his doors.

North was desperate. Jobless, broke, and on the verge of giving up, he applied for the most unlikely of positions: babysitter to the most powerful man's son. He knew the job was a long shot, but he had no other choice. He didn't know that life had a different plan for him.

When North stumbled into the Kittiwan mansion, he found a house filled with quiet misery and suffocating silence. It was a place where laughter seemed forbidden and joy was a distant memory. But North couldn't stand it. He was a force of his own, a whirlwind of laughter and fun, and he began to fill the empty spaces with games, stories, and songs. In the process, he began to fill a void in a little boy's life, and perhaps, a quiet corner in a powerful man's heart. It was a place where Johan's rigid control began to slip, where he found himself not just watching his son, but watching North, and feeling a desire he thought he had long since buried.

I know you're excited to see how this story will unfold 
Buckle up, there will be busts of laughter, pranks, and tension 

Johan as a protective father, and North a mischievous babysitter. Interesting, right?