Peach And Dramatic Mafia.

Chapter 1-

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the **Arseni Perfume Company**'s main studio. Cameras clicked, the scent of expensive white musk and cedarwood hung in the air, and a beautifully chaotic family empire was running exactly as it always did.
At twenty-nine, **Theerakit "Kian" Lee** was a terrifying name in the underworld-the cold, calculating heir to Mr. Lee's former mafia empire. But inside the walls of Arseni, and especially in the presence of his twenty-two-year-old husband, **Peachayarat "Lookpeach" Janekit**, the dangerous mafia boss was nothing more than a dramatic, clingy husband who desperately wanted attention.
### The Studio Floor: Models and Melodrama
**Tawan** and **Aran** were currently posing for Arseni's newest unisex fragrance campaign. Aran, a striking model and Peach's close friend (who, ironically, had once been the catalyst for Thee hiring Peach as a "love coach" years ago), looked effortlessly elegant. Tawan, his dominant and fiercely protective boyfriend, held Aran's waist for the camera, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity that the lens absolutely loved.
"Hold that pose," Peach commanded softly.
Peach stood behind the camera, the epitome of grounded, sweet, and composed. He was a freelance photographer and a life coach by trade-the only man capable of keeping the wild, soap-opera-obsessed billionaire heir grounded.
"Perfect. You two are brilliant," Peach smiled, lowering his camera.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the studio burst open. In strode Thee, looking incredibly sharp in a tailored black suit. But the moment his eyes landed on Peach, his ruthless mafia aura completely vanished. He pouted, marching straight over to his husband and wrapping his arms tightly around Peach's waist, burying his face in the crook of Peach's neck.
"Lookpeach... I've been in board meetings for three hours," Thee complained dramatically, his voice muffled against Peach's skin. "My dad is breathing down my neck about shipping routes, and my mom keeps sending me clips of her 1990s drama series to 'inspire' my marketing team. I'm exhausted."
Peach chuckled softly, not minding the sudden interruption. He wrapped one hand around Thee's waist and patted his back gently, completely dominant and unbothered by his husband's clinginess.
"I know, P'Kian," Peach said sweetly. "You did so well. Just a little longer, okay? Let me finish up this shoot."
"Nooo," Thee whined, holding tighter. "Kiss first."
Tawan rolled his eyes playfully, while Aran giggled. "Some fearsome mafia boss you are, Mr.thee," Aran teased.
"Shut up, Aran, or I'll double your working hours," Thee shot back, though there was no real bite to it. He only had eyes for Peach, who obliged with a soft, lingering kiss on Thee's lips, instantly calming the dramatic billionaire down.
### Behind the Scenes: Security and Sweethearts
In the corner of the studio, keeping a watchful eye on the perimeter, stood **Mok** and **Mira**.
Mok, an orphan raised alongside Thee by the formidable **Mr. Lee** and his actress wife **Mrs. Lee**, was Thee's right-hand man and bodyguard. Despite his dangerous upbringing, Mok was notoriously sassy. He crossed his arms, watching Thee's display with an amused smirk.
"Look at him. Pathetic," Mok whispered.
"Speak for yourself," a deep, smooth voice whispered in Mok's ear.
Mok shivered slightly as **Rome**, Thee's younger brother and a deadly mafia figure in his own right, stepped up behind him. Rome was a dominant, commanding presence, but his gaze softened completely when he looked at Mok.
"Are you going to ignore me all day, love?" Rome murmured, slipping a hand into Mok's back pocket.
Mok's cheeks flushed, his sassy exterior momentarily cracking. "We are on duty, Rome. Your father is literally in the next building."
"Let him be. My brother is currently acting like a giant puppy; no one is paying attention to us," Rome smirked, leaning down to press a firm, possessive kiss to Mok's neck, making the bodyguard sigh in defeat. Mok was completely weak for his younger- boyfriend.
Nearby, **Lookplub**, Peach's younger sister who worked as an employee at Arseni, was organizing the perfume sample bottles. She was a sweet, slightly timid girl, but she had a giant smile on her face as **Mira**, Thee's fierce female bodyguard, walked over.
Mira was tall, athletic, and completely devoted to Plub. She gently took a heavy box of samples from Plub's hands.
"I told you not to carry heavy things, Plub," Mira said, her tone soft but commanding.
"It's not that heavy, Mira," Plub blushed, looking up at her strong girlfriend.
Mira smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Plub's forehead. "Doesn't matter. My job is to protect this family, and you are my priority."
### The Family Reunion
Just as the shoot wrapped up, the glass doors opened again, and in trode two identical eleven-year-old twins, followed by a very fluffy golden retriever.
"Papa! Dad!"
**Marn**, their bubbly, energetic daughter-the absolute princess of the family-ran forward, her laughter ringing through the studio. Behind her walked her twin brother, **Mohk**. Named after their uncle, Mohk was the exact opposite of his sister. He was calm, observant, and possessed the same grounded, sensible aura as Peach.
**Parker**, their loyal dog, trotted happily beside them, his tail wagging.
"Marn! Mohk! Parker!" Thee gasped, his eyes lighting up as he let go of Peach to scoop Marn up into a big hug. "My princess! Why aren't you two in your tutoring sessions?"
"Grandma and Grandpa let us off early!" Marn cheered, referring to Mr. and Mrs. Lee. "Grandma wanted to watch her old drama reruns, and Grandpa wanted to teach Mohk how to clean a... um... a 'metal toy'?"
Peach's eyebrows shot up. He looked at Thee. "P'Kian, did your father try to teach our eleven-year-old how to strip a handgun again?"
Thee winced, offering a sheepish, dramatic smile. "I'll talk to him, sweetie. I promise."
Mohk simply shrugged, walking over to Peach and pulling a small notebook from his pocket. "Don't worry, Papa. I told Grandpa that a tactical knife was more practical for close-quarters defense anyway. He agreed."
Peach let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples, though a fond smile played on his lips. "You are way too much like your father's side of the family sometimes, Mohk."
"But he has your calm face, Lookpeach," Thee cooed, wrapping his arms around Peach's shoulders from behind, resting his chin on Peach's shoulder while Marn hugged their legs and Parker barked happily.
Standing together in the bustling, chaotic, and incredibly loving atmosphere of the Arseni studio, Peach looked around. Tawan and Aran were whispering happily in the corner; Rome was teasing a blushing Mok; Mira was carefully helping Plub pack up the equipment; and his beautiful children were safe and happy.
Despite the mafia threats, the chaotic business, and his husband's endless dramatic antics, Peach wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.
"Come on," Peach said gently, turning his head to kiss Thee's cheek. "Let's go home and make dinner."
"Only if you promise to cuddle me while we watch Mom's 1993 drama series," Thee bargained, eyes shining.
"Deal," Peach smiled.

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