My Billionaire
Kittisak “Kit” Theerachai (22)
Kittisak, or Kit as his followers fondly call him, is the embodiment of soft allure and quiet defiance. At 5'2", he moves with a grace that commands attention — a delicate figure with a walk that drips confidence and subtle arrogance. His fair, almost porcelain-pale skin glows under every light, making him appear ethereal and untouchably beautiful.
His long, silky black hair, parted neatly at the center, frames his angelic face and almost brushes his shoulders, while his cute fringe falls perfectly across his forehead. Beneath fluttery lashes are storm-grey eyes that seem to shift between innocence and mischief — eyes that can both seduce and mock. His smooth lips, naturally tinted rose, curve into smirks more than smiles. He’s effortlessly elegant, every move deliberate yet seemingly casual — a true diva in motion.
Kit’s slim frame and cinched, seductive waist make him look like he stepped straight out of a fashion editorial. A tiny silver belly ring glints when he lifts his shirt on TikTok, his aesthetic a mix of soft luxury and sensual rebellion. Despite his beauty, he loathes the tiny, cluttered apartment he lives in — a reminder of the poverty he despises. Kit dreams of designer wardrobes, marble floors, champagne breakfasts, and soft beds he didn’t have to work for.
He’s materialistic, ambitious, and shameless about it. He doesn’t believe in love; he believes in having. Having more, dressing finer, living louder. With over 100k followers on TikTok, Kit spends his days livestreaming, posing, and trying to compete with influencers who flaunt luxury items he can’t afford. His viewers adore his sass and style, but envy eats at him — he wants to live what he pretends to have.
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Thanakrit “Krit” Wongsuwan (38)
Thanakrit Wongsuwan, better known in global business circles as The Silent Wolf, is a billionaire whose name alone stirs boardrooms and headlines. At 6'7", Krit towers over most men — broad-shouldered, carved from muscle, and exuding the kind of power that doesn’t need to be spoken. His black hair, center-parted and slightly tousled, grazes his neck, giving him an almost dangerous charm. A pair of diamond studs glint against his skin, matched by the sleek tattoos running down his arms and back — subtle marks of dominance and rebellion under his tailored suits.
Krit’s face is the kind that makes people look twice — handsome to the point of disbelief, ageless, like time itself has chosen to favor him. He’s known for being domineering, obsessive, and ruthlessly possessive. When Krit wants something, he doesn’t ask — he claims.
For over a year, Krit had been quietly watching Kit’s livestreams — under an anonymous username. He sent extravagant virtual gifts, always topping donation lists but never revealing who he was. There was something about Kit’s beauty, his vanity, his stubbornness — it thrilled Krit. He wanted him, not as a fling, but as something he could own, protect, and control.
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Their First Encounter
Their paths finally crossed at an exclusive Bangkok boutique. Kit had walked in wearing confidence like perfume — trying on designer pieces, twirling before mirrors, taking pictures he’d post later to maintain the illusion of luxury. When a sales attendant sneered and told him to leave if he wasn’t buying, Kit’s façade cracked for the briefest second.
Then he walked in — Krit Wongsuwan.
The air shifted instantly. The attendant paled as Krit’s dark gaze fell on him. Without a word, Krit instructed the manager to fire the man on the spot. Then he turned to Kit, eyes sharp but unreadable, and said in a deep, composed tone:
> “I’ll take everything he touched. Bag them all. And add more — something that suits his beauty better.”
It was the first time Kit was truly speechless. When Krit finally met his gaze, there was recognition — the kind that sparks and burns. Later that evening, Krit approached him again, his voice calm but firm, his presence overwhelming.
> “Let me take care of you,” he said simply. “No conditions. No love — just what you want. Luxury, comfort, and everything you’ve been denied. All I ask is that you let me.”
Kit didn’t hesitate. This was what he’d been dreaming of — a man who could spoil him senseless. He said yes with a playful smirk, not realizing the depth of the storm he’d just stepped into.
Because Krit didn’t just want to spoil him.
He wanted to own him — completely.