Danger ⚠️

Orm stood in the dimly lit studio hallway, rolling her shoulders, exhaustion pressing heavy on her bones. Another long day on set. Another round of scenes where Jason Liu pushed his limits, leaning too close, his lingering presence like an itch she couldn’t scratch away.

She needed a shower. A drink. And most of all, she needed her wife. She had managed to steal a moment earlier to check her phone, only to find three missed calls from Ling.

Her heart squeezed. They had barely spoken these past few days, each drowning under their schedules. They sent messages—I miss you, my love, Sleep well, wifey—but it was never enough.

Orm needed Ling in her arms. And the ache of their separation had settled deep in her chest, a constant, gnawing hunger.

As she stepped outside, the night air kissed her skin, cool against the heat of the set lights. Her driver was waiting, the car idling quietly. She slid into the backseat, pulling out her phone. No new messages.

She hesitated. Should she call Ling? Would she be awake?

Then, as if the universe heard her—her phone buzzed.

Mae Koy.

Orm sighed, swiping to answer. “Mae, if this is about tomorrow’s call time, I already—”

“She’s back.”

Orm froze. “What?”

Mae’s voice held amusement, but also something warmer, something knowing. “She’s back in Bangkok, baby.”

Orm’s heart stopped. Then restarted at a furious, breathless pace.

“What?” she repeated, her grip tightening around the phone.

“She landed a few hours ago. And you’ll never guess where she is.”

Orm sat up so fast she nearly hit her head against the car window. “Mae. Where is she?”

Mae laughed softly. “Take a wild guess, my love.”

Orm was out of the car before it even came to a full stop, practically sprinting towards the main building. The set was mostly quiet, the late-night crew winding down, lights dimming as people packed up equipment.

Her mind raced, heart pounding. Ling was here. Right here. Not in Hollywood. Not in another time zone. Not across an ocean.

She threw open the door to the dressing rooms, eyes scanning frantically— And then, there she was. Standing at the far end of the hallway, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking every bit like she belonged there.

Ling. Orm stopped breathing.

Ling’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Surprise, baby.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Orm was moving before she even thought about it. She crossed the distance in seconds, hands grabbing Ling’s face as if to make sure she was real, as if she could anchor herself in her touch.

Ling laughed softly. “Baby, say something.”

Orm didn’t. She just kissed her. Deep, desperate, consuming. Ling melted into it, arms wrapping around Orm’s waist, her body pressing against her wife’s like they could fuse together and never separate again.

Orm swallowed every gasp, every sigh, her lips moving hungrily, whispering ‘I missed you’ in every touch. Ling clung to her just as fiercely, kissing back like she had been waiting a lifetime for this moment.

When they finally broke apart, Orm was breathless.

Ling’s forehead rested against hers, her voice a whisper. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Orm chuckled softly, her hands sliding down to Ling’s waist, gripping tightly. “I’m going to kill you for not telling me.”

Ling smirked. “Later. Right now, let me have my wife.”

Orm wrapped her arms around Ling’s waist, lifting her off the ground slightly, spinning them in a slow, dizzying circle.

Ling laughed, burying her face into Orm’s neck. She was home.

________

The night air was warm, thick with the scent of Bangkok’s bustling streets, but inside the car, it was just them. Orm couldn’t stop looking at her. Couldn’t believe she was actually here.

Ling sat beside her, one hand resting on Orm’s thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles on the fabric of her pants. It was casual, almost absentminded, but Orm could feel the possessiveness in the touch. Ling was always like that when they had been apart too long—silent, but needing to feel her.

Orm covered Ling’s hand with her own, lacing their fingers together. She brought them to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to Ling’s knuckles, looking at her wedding ring, she loved her wife so much.

“You really just showed up without telling me?” Orm murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Ling smirked, shifting closer, their knees brushing. “Thought you’d like the surprise.”

Orm exhaled a soft laugh, but there was something deeper in her gaze, something that had been bottled up for weeks.

“I missed you, a lot.”

Ling’s smirk faltered into something softer. She turned, cupped Orm’s face gently. “I missed you more, baby.”

Their driver cleared his throat quietly, but neither of them cared. Orm tilted her head slightly, pressing a kiss to Ling’s palm, her lips lingering.

Ling sighed, leaning closer. “I can’t wait to be home.”

Orm nodded. “Me neither.”

And for the first time in a month, they both felt like they could breathe. The ride home was quiet, but thick with unspoken tension. Not bad tension. The kind that had been building from too many nights apart.

Ling kept stealing glances at Orm. Taking in every detail—the sharp line of her jaw, the way her brows furrowed slightly in thought, the faint bruises on her knuckles from action sequences, the tiredness in her eyes.

Orm was working herself too hard. Ling didn’t like it.

She shifted closer, resting her head on Orm’s shoulder. Orm, without hesitation, wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in.

“I hate being away from you,” Ling murmured.

Orm smiled softly, pressing her lips against the top of Ling’s head. “Me too, baby.”

Ling exhaled, fingers curling against Orm’s waist. “I don’t like knowing Jason has been bothering you.”

Orm stiffened slightly. “He’s not worth it.”

Ling sat up, eyes darkening. “He is if he’s making you uncomfortable. I swear, if I—”

Orm turned, pressing a finger to Ling’s lips. “Shhh.”

Ling narrowed her eyes.

Orm grinned. “Are you threatening bodily harm, my love?”

Ling shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t like it when we mess with my wife”

Orm shook her head, but her heart swelled. She loved this side of Ling—the side that was calm, elegant, composed, until it came to her.Then, she became dangerous, fiercely protective, but she couldn't blame her, she was the same with.

Orm kissed her temple. “You don’t have to fight my battles, love.”

Ling smirked. “Maybe not. But I want to.”

Orm’s chest tightened. She pulled Ling even closer. “God, I love you.”

Ling sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “Good.”

Orm grinned. The rest of the drive passed in silence, filled only with the soft hum of the city and the quiet sound of their breathing.

The second they stepped inside their apartment, Ling pushed Orm against the door.

Orm gasped softly, eyes widening. “Baby—”

Ling’s lips crashed against hers.

Orm melted. Ling was hungry, desperate, needy. She pressed into Orm, kissing her deeply, hands gripping Orm’s waist like she was afraid she’d disappear again.

Orm felt every inch of that need. She kissed back just as fiercely, her fingers threading into Ling’s hair, tugging slightly. Ling groaned, pressing Orm harder against the wall.

Their breaths were hot, mingling, their bodies flush against each other.

Orm grinned against Ling’s lips. “Impatient, my love?”

Ling bit Orm’s lower lip, making her moan. “You have no idea.”

Orm chuckled, but it turned into a sigh as Ling’s lips trailed to her jaw, down her neck.

Ling knew exactly what she was doing.

She whispered against Orm’s skin. “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I landed.”

Orm’s hands tightened on Ling’s hips. “Baby…”

Ling pulled back just enough to look into Orm’s eyes. “Tell me you missed me.”

Orm exhaled shakily. “I missed you.”

Ling grinned, taking Orm’s hand. “Then come with me.”

She led Orm through their home, towards their bedroom, not waiting another minute, she needed her wife, it has been too long since she touched that perfect body..

Orm laughed breathlessly. “So demanding.”

Ling glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “You love it.”

Orm couldn’t argue with that.

They disappeared into the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them.

As the bedroom door slammed shut behind them, the air crackled with an electric charge, the tension of a month's separation finally snapping. Ling and Orm stood in the dimly lit room, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, eyes locked in a heated gaze that spoke volumes of their pent-up desire.

Ling's voice was a low growl, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down Orm's spine. "I've been craving you, Orm. Every night, every day, all I could think about was your touch, your taste, your scent." She stepped closer, her hands gripping Orm's hips possessively. "I need you. Now."

Orm's lips curved into a wicked smile, her own eyes darkening with lust. "Then take me," she challenged, her fingers tangling in Ling's hair, pulling her into a fierce, bruising kiss. Their tongues clashed, a battle of wills and desire that left them both breathless.

Ling's hands roamed over Orm's body, her touch urgent and demanding. She needed to feel every inch of her wife, to reclaim what was hers. Orm's moans filled the air as Ling's lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

"You're driving me crazy," Orm gasped, her head falling back to give Ling better access. Her own hands were not idle, exploring Ling's curves with a familiarity that only stoked the fire between them.

Ling's laugh was a low, sultry sound that sent a wave of heat coursing through Orm. "Good," she murmured against Orm's collarbone. "Because I plan on making up for every second of lost time tonight."

Their movements became more frenzied, clothes discarded in a flurry of urgency. The room was filled with the sounds of their love—soft sighs, desperate moans, and the rustle of fabric hitting the floor. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, the heat between them threatening to consume them both.

"I want you so badly," Orm whispered, her voice hoarse with need. Her hands gripped Ling's hips, pulling against her. 

Ling's response was a low groan, her body arching into Orm's touch as she sat on her wife’s lap. "Then don't wait," she urged, her voice thick with desire. "Take what you need. I’m all yours."

Their lovemaking was a wild, passionate dance, a tangle of limbs and heated whispers. They moved together in perfect sync, each touch, each kiss a testament to their insatiable hunger for each other. .

__________

The sun rose gently over Bangkok, its golden light spilling through the large bedroom windows. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of lavender and jasmine, Orm’s signature blend that Ling had long associated with home.

Ling stretched lazily, her bare skin brushing against the soft sheets as she turned toward Orm.

Her wife was still deep asleep, her blond hair a mess against the pillow, one arm draped over where Ling had been just minutes ago. Her breathing was slow, steady, and peaceful—something Ling rarely saw anymore with Orm’s insane schedule.

Ling smiled, heart swelling.

She had missed this. Waking up next to her. Watching her sleep, knowing she was safe, warm, loved. For a long moment, she just looked at her. How beautiful her face is.

Then, an idea formed in her mind.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, grabbing Orm’s oversized shirt from the floor and slipping it over her naked body. She padded toward the kitchen, determined.

She wanted to spoil her wife today.

Ling moved silently, efficiently, preparing Orm’s favorite things: Freshly brewed coffee, extra sweet, just how Orm loved it. Toast with kaya jam, a nostalgic favorite from their first vacation together. Sliced mango and sticky rice, because Orm always had a sweet tooth in the morning. As she arranged everything on a tray, she glanced at her phone. No new notifications.

Good. Today was just for them. No interruptions. No distractions.

Ling carried the tray carefully back to their room, the rich aroma of coffee and warm toast filling the air. Orm stirred, groaning softly as Ling climbed back into bed.

“Baby…” Orm murmured sleepily, her voice rough, husky.

Ling smirked. “Morning, my love.”

Orm blinked slowly, her dark eyes still foggy with sleep as she turned toward Ling. Her gaze landed on the tray, then back at Ling.

“For me?” Orm asked, lips curving into a lazy smile.

Ling nodded. “Breakfast in bed. Because my wife deserves to be treat like a princess.”

Orm grinned, sitting up, the sheets falling slightly, revealing smooth skin and the soft curve of her collarbone. Ling’s gaze lingered.

Orm chuckled, noticing. “You’re staring.”

Ling tilted her head, smirking. “And? You’re beautiful.”

Orm’s cheeks tinged pink, but she recovered quickly. “Flirting with me first thing in the morning? Dangerous move, wifey.”

Ling leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Orm’s lips. “Eat first. Then, maybe I’ll get even more dangerous.”

Orm arched a brow. “Now that’s motivation.”

Ling handed her the coffee first, watching with amusement as Orm took her first sip and sighed in pure bliss.

“This is perfect,” Orm mumbled, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the warmth of the drink.

Ling grinned, satisfied. “I know you.”

They ate slowly, feeding each other small bites between laughter and kisses. Orm licked kaya jam from Ling’s fingers, making her shiver.

Ling was about to reach for another bite when Orm suddenly took the tray and set it aside.

Ling blinked. “What are you—”

Orm pushed her back against the pillows, pinning her with a heated gaze. “I think breakfast is over.”

Ling gasped softly as Orm hovered over her, trapping her against the mattress.

“Oh?” Ling teased, her hands slipping up Orm’s bare back. “And what do you want instead?”

Orm leaned down, brushing her lips over Ling’s jaw, then her throat. “You.”

Ling shuddered. “You have me.”

Orm kissed a slow, heated path down her neck, her lips hot, teasing, deliberate.

Ling arched beneath her, fingers tightening in Orm’s hair.

“I missed you,” Orm murmured against Ling’s skin, her breath sending shivers down Ling’s spine. “So damn much.”

Ling exhaled sharply. “Show me again then.”

That was all Orm needed.

She devoured Ling, her hands mapping every inch of familiar skin, her lips tracing a path of fire.

Ling moaned softly, lost in the sensation.

Their bodies moved together, perfectly in sync, like two parts of the same soul. Every kiss, every touch was filled with longing, love, and weeks of built-up need.

Outside, Bangkok woke up.

But inside?

It was just them. No distance. No rumors. No interruptions. Just love.

And as Ling whispered Orm’s name against her lips, trembling under her touch, she knew—

This was home. And she missed her home everyday since apart.

_____________

Orm sighed against her skin, pressing a lingering kiss to Ling’s shoulder before glancing at the clock. “Baby… I have to go.”

Ling groaned in protest, tightening her arms around Orm’s waist. “No, you don’t.”

Orm chuckled, nudging Ling’s nose with hers. “I do, my love. I still have a movie to finish.”

Ling huffed, rolling onto her back dramatically. “You just got me back, and now you’re leaving me already?”

Orm smirked, leaning over her, hands braced on either side of Ling’s head. “Who said I was leaving you? You’re coming with me, aren’t you?”

Ling grinned. “Damn right, I am.”

Orm laughed, sitting up and stretching. “I figured. You’re too possessive to let me out of your sight now that you’re back.”

Ling narrowed her eyes, sitting up as well, sheets pooling around her waist. “I have reason to be, considering a certain someone on your set doesn’t seem to understand boundaries.”

Orm rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed, heading toward the closet. “Jason isn’t worth your energy, love.”

Ling crossed her arms, watching Orm pull on a loose pair of joggers. “Maybe. But I still want to see him. I want to see how he behaves when he realizes I’m here.”

Orm smirked, shaking her head as she grabbed a shirt. “You just want to intimidate him.”

Ling smiled sweetly. “Of course.”

Orm turned, walking back to the bed, leaning down and stealing a quick kiss. “Fine, come with me. But no murder.”

Ling pouted. “Not even a little?”

Orm laughed, pulling her up. “Come on, jealous wife. Let’s go.”

“I have every right to be jealous” she answers pouting before giving her wife a last kiss.

The drive to the studio was smooth, Ling nestled comfortably against Orm’s side, her fingers once again tracing patterns over Orm’s arm. It was her habit whenever they were in the car together—touching, holding, always needing to feel her close.

Orm was focused on the road, but her free hand held Ling’s tightly, her thumb stroking over her knuckles. “You know,” she mused, “you don’t have to babysit me on set.”

Ling arched a brow. “Oh, baby. I’m not babysitting you. I’m babysitting him.”

Orm bit back a smile, keeping her eyes on the road. “You really don’t like him, huh?”

Ling huffed. “I don’t dislike him. I just… don’t like men who think they can have whatever they want.”

Orm nodded. “I get it.”

Ling sighed, looking out the window as the city streets blurred past. “You’re mine, Orm. And the whole world should know it.”

Orm squeezed her hand. “They already do, my love.”

Ling exhaled, feeling the warmth of Orm’s words settle into her chest.

Jason might have been an issue, but Ling knew one thing for certain—Orm belonged to her. And today, she was going to remind everyone of that. Especially Jason, who seems to not get a fuckig clue.

The moment they pulled into the studio parking lot, a small crowd of crew members and assistants turned their heads, eyes widening slightly at the sight of LingLing Kwong stepping out of the car with Orm Kornnaphat-Kwong.

Ling smirked to herself. Good.

Orm didn’t seem fazed at all, grabbing Ling’s hand and leading her through the familiar set grounds. “Come on, let’s find Mae.”

Ling let Orm lead her, though her sharp gaze was already scanning the area. People greeted them with polite smiles, nodding to Orm while sneaking not-so-subtle glances at her. Ling was used to it. She was an international name now—her presence alone was enough to stir a buzz.

Mae Koy spotted them before they reached the main filming area. She crossed her arms, tilting her head with an amused smirk. “Look who decided to show up unannounced.”

Ling grinned. “Miss me, Mae?”

Mae rolled her eyes but pulled Ling in for a quick hug before looking at Orm. “You told her about Jason yet?”

Orm sighed. “She already knew.”

Mae smirked. “Of course she did. So, what’s the plan? Intimidation? Silent stares? Passive-aggressive threats?”

Ling smiled, eyes glinting with mischief. “I’ll let Jason decide how hard I have to go.”

Mae laughed. “I love this woman.”

Orm groaned. “Why does everyone encourage her?”

Mae smirked. “Because it’s fun.”

Orm rubbed her temples. “I regret bringing you two together.”

Ling leaned into Orm, whispering against her ear. “You love us.”

Orm sighed, defeated but smiling. “I do.”

_________

The moment Jason Liu walked onto set, Ling felt everything inside her sharpen. He was too comfortable, too smug, walking around like he belonged in Orm’s space. It made her blood boil.

He hadn’t spotted her yet. He was too busy joking with some of the other cast members, his hand resting far too low on the back of one of the female leads. He was charming, no doubt. The kind of man who thought every woman in the room would eventually fall for him.

Too bad for him. Orm wasn’t every woman. Ling crossed her arms, shifting her weight slightly, letting the natural power of her presence fill the space.

Mae Koy chuckled under her breath. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Then—Jason finally turned. And his entire expression changed.

His cocky smirk faltered just slightly, his gaze locking onto Ling. A flicker of something passed through his eyes—surprise, curiosity, maybe even wariness.

Ling simply smiled, tilting her head. Hello, Jason.

Jason hesitated for a split second before schooling his expression. He straightened, stepping forward as if he wasn’t completely thrown off. “LingLing Sirilak Kwong,” he greeted smoothly, his voice dripping with fake charm. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Ling’s smile widened, but her eyes were cold. “Oh? Why not? She’s my wife, after all.”

Orm smirked beside her. Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course. Just… wasn’t sure you’d have time with your Hollywood schedule.”

Ling tilted her head. “I make time for what’s important.”

Jason’s smirk twitched. “That’s nice of you.”

Ling took a step closer, voice soft but sharp as a blade. “I hope you’ve been respectful to my wife, Jason.”

Jason’s expression barely flickered, but Orm could see the moment he felt the warning.

Mae Koy grinned. Ling wasn’t even trying to hide it.

Jason forced a casual shrug. “Of course. Orm and I are great co-stars.”

Ling’s gaze didn’t waver. “Good.”

She let the word hang between them, heavy, unspoken promises layered beneath it.

Orm bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ling was having too much fun.

Jason shifted, clearly uncomfortable under Ling’s piercing gaze.

Ling smiled. “I’ll be watching you, Jason.”

Jason chuckled awkwardly, backing away slightly. “I’m sure you will.”

As he walked off, Mae let out a low whistle. “Holy god, Ling. You always impress me.”

Orm wrapped an arm around Ling’s waist, whispering against her temple. “You’re so hot when you’re scary.”

Ling smirked, leaning into her wife. “I hope he’ll behave now.”

Orm kissed her cheek. “Yeah, baby. I think he got the message.”

And with that, they walked onto set together—Orm, the star. Ling, the undeniable force beside her.

And Jason? He knew better than to look at Orm twice now.

Orm and Ling stood together near the monitors, watching as the crew prepared for the next scene. Ling had settled into the set easily, her presence a silent yet powerful reminder that Orm wasn’t alone here anymore.

Jason had been weirdly quiet since their initial encounter that morning. Ling had expected him to keep up his usual smug, flirtatious act, but instead, he avoided direct eye contact, barely acknowledging her.

She could feel something off about him.

And she was about to find out exactly what it was.

Orm was reviewing her lines when Jason finally walked over. But instead of addressing both of them, his eyes only found Orm, completely ignoring Ling’s existence.

Ling raised an eyebrow. Interesting.

“I need to talk to you,” Jason said casually, standing too close.

Orm sighed, already looking annoyed. “About what?”

Jason smirked. “You know… us.”

Ling’s jaw clenched. What the hell did he just say?

Orm narrowed her eyes. “There is no us, Jason.”

Jason chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, Orm. Don’t tell me you actually believe all this marriage stuff is real.”

Ling’s fingers curled into fists. Oh.So that’s how it is.

Orm stilled. “What did you just say?”

Jason shrugged, gesturing vaguely in Ling’s direction without even looking at her. “I mean… is it even real? A woman being with another woman? That’s not serious. That’s just…” He chuckled. “You’re Orm Kornnaphat. You could have any man in this industry. Instead, you’re playing house with a—”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Ling stepped forward, her body moving purely on instinct.

Her hand grabbed Jason’s wrist, firm, controlled, but undeniably threatening.

Jason finally looked at her, and Ling’s voice was cold, sharp as steel.

“What did you just say?” she whispered.

Jason blinked, clearly startled that she had touched him at all. “What? It’s just a fact. Women can’t really—”

Orm slammed her script down on the nearby table.

“Finish that sentence,” Orm dared, her voice dangerously low.

Jason’s cocky smirk returned, though there was a flicker of unease in his expression. He glanced at Ling, then back at Orm. “I just think it’s funny, that’s all. You’re playing pretend. You could have any man you wanted. Instead, you settled for a—”

Ling moved before she even realized it.

Her fingers tightened around Jason’s wrist, yanking him forward, closing the gap between them.

She wasn’t just a model—she was an athlete, trained in discipline and control. Jason might have been taller, stronger, but she had precision. She twisted his wrist just enough to make him feel it, to make his smirk falter.

“Listen to me carefully, Jason Liu,” she murmured, her voice lethal. “My wife is not playing pretend. We are not playing pretend. And if you keep harassing my wife, I’m gonna do something to you that you will never forget”

Jason scoffed, attempting to jerk his hand back, but Ling’s grip didn’t budge.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” Jason sneered. “You think you can—”

“You’re the man disrespecting my wife,” Ling cut him off. “And right now, I’m seconds away from making sure you never do it again.”

Jason’s confidence cracked. For the first time, he actually looked at her—not just as Orm’s ‘pretty wife’ or ‘some model,’ but as someone who was not afraid of him.

Ling didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t flinch.

And Jason? Jason felt it.

The power shift. The realization that he had severely underestimated her.

His jaw tensed. “You’re just a—”

“Finish that sentence again you asshole,” Orm said again, stepping up beside Ling.

Jason hesitated.

Orm’s tone was deadly calm. “Do it. Call my wife just a model. Or just a woman. Say it, Jason.”

Jason swallowed.

The entire set had gone quiet.

Mae Koy, standing a few feet away, was watching—her arms crossed, her expression unreadable, but with the kind of sharp satisfaction that meant she was enjoying this.

Jason finally ripped his arm from Ling’s grasp, scowling. “I don’t have time for this.”

Ling tilted her head. “No, Jason. You don’t have time for me.”

Jason exhaled sharply, clearly furious that he had lost this exchange.

But he didn’t say another word. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed off.

Ling watched him go, exhaling slowly before finally turning to Orm.

Orm was just staring at her.

Ling smirked. “What?”

Orm let out a long breath, shaking her head. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Mae Koy laughed at her daughter honesty and clapped loudly. “Okay, that was incredible. Someone remind me I have the best daughter in law.”

Ling rolled her shoulders, like none of it had even phased her. “I told you, Mae. No one disrespects my wife. And I’m kinda hurt you need someone to remind you that” she winks at her before turning to Orm

Orm grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close and placing a kiss below her ear. “You own me, baby.”

Ling grinned. “Damn right I do.”

Orm kissed her, deep and lingering, right in the middle of the set for everyone to see.

And when she pulled back, she whispered, “You know he’s scared of you now, right?”

Ling smirked. “Good. He should be.”

Mae Koy cackled. Jason Liu? He didn’t dare look at Orm the rest of the day.

________

The tension from the confrontation with Jason was still thick in the air. Everyone on set had seen it—felt it. Ling had made it clear: no one disrespected Orm in front of her.

But Orm knew better than to think this would just disappear.

As she and Ling walked back toward her trailer, Mae Koy following closely behind, she noticed something in the way some of the staff were looking at them. A few looked impressed, some even smiling at Ling like they approved of what had just happened.

But others? Others were tense. Nervous. And Orm knew why.

She didn’t have to wait long before a crew assistant jogged up to them, looking hesitant.

“Orm, the director wants to see you.”

Orm’s stomach tightened.

Ling immediately stiffened. “What for?”

The assistant visibly avoided looking at Ling. “He didn’t say. Just asked for Orm.”

Ling narrowed her eyes. “Oh, he didn’t say?”

Mae Koy stepped in, squeezing Orm’s shoulder before she could respond. “Let me guess. It’s about what just happened.”

The assistant swallowed. He didn’t confirm, but he didn’t deny it either.

Orm exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “Fine. Where is he?”

The assistant glanced at Ling, then Mae, hesitating. “Uh… he asked to speak with you alone.”

Ling scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

Orm squeezed Ling’s hand before she could launch into another fight. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll handle it.”

Ling’s jaw tensed. “Are you sure?”

Orm nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be right back.”

Ling did not look happy about it. Mae Koy wasn’t either, but she nodded approvingly. “Don’t let him intimidate you.”

Orm smirked. “As if he could.”

Orm knocked once before stepping into the office.

P’Wichai, the highly respected director of Eclipsed Fate, sat behind a massive desk, his hands folded neatly on the surface. He was in his late fifties, known for his serious but fair demeanor. He didn’t like unnecessary drama, and he definitely didn’t like his actors making headlines for anything other than their performances.

Across from him? Jason.

Of course.

Orm’s lips twitched in irritation as she crossed her arms. “You wanted to see me?”

P’Wichai gestured to the seat across from him. “Sit.”

Orm didn’t move. “I’d rather stand.”

Jason smirked like he found that amusing. “Tch. Always so dramatic, Kornnaphat.”

Orm ignored him, keeping her eyes on the director. “Kornnaphat-Kwong. I’m assuming this is about earlier?”

P’Wichai sighed. “Orm, I have no problem with your personal life. You know that.”

Orm’s jaw clenched. “But?”

P’Wichai leaned back. “But I need to remind you that this is a professional production. We are working toward an international release, and the last thing this movie needs is unnecessary scandals.”

Orm’s fingers curled into fists. “Scandal?” She let out a dry laugh. “You mean me existing as a married woman? Or do you mean Jason’s disgusting behavior?”

Jason scoffed, sitting up. “Oh, come on, P’. I was just making conversation. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Orm shot him a glare. “Meaning something or not doesn’t change the fact that you’re a misogynistic, homophobic asshole and you’ve been harassing me for weeks.”

Jason’s smirk twitched.

P’Wichai rubbed his temples. “I’m not saying I condone what Jason said, but you know how this industry is.” He sighed heavily. “People talk. And Jason career can be damaged.”

Orm’s jaw tightened. “So what? I’m supposed to just let it go?”

P’Wichai gave her a pointed look. “I’m asking you to be strategic.”

Orm let out a humorless laugh. “So, I have to be strategic. Not him?” She gestured at Jason.

Jason leaned back in his chair, feigning boredom. “Come on, Kornnaphat. I was just joking around. You’re really going to make a big deal out of this?”

Orm turned back to P’Wichai. “If Ling weren’t my wife, and I were married to a man, would we even be having this conversation?”

Silence. The director didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Orm’s chest burned with frustration.

There it was. The ugly truth. She wasn’t just being told to ‘stay professional.’

She was being silenced. Because she wasn’t playing by the rules of their perfect, traditional system.

Because she wasn’t fitting into their clean, heterosexual mold.

P’Wichai sighed again. “Orm… I respect you. I really do. But the reality is, people will twist things.”

Orm cut him off. “ I don’t think you remember or even realisewho Ling and I are for our country sir.The investors can go fuck themselves if they think I’m going to sit back and let this creep disrespect my wife.”

Jason scoffed. “Jesus, Orm. She’s just a woman—”

Orm moved before she could even think.

She slammed her hands down on the desk, leaning in so close to Jason that his smirk finally vanished.

“I swear to god Jason. Say that fucking sentence again and I’m going to end you”

Jason blinked, his confidence cracking.

Orm’s voice was low, sharp as a blade. “I dare you.”

Jason didn’t say a word.

P’Wichai sighed deeply. “Enough. Both of you.”

Orm didn’t move. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face for good.

But she wouldn’t.

Because if she did?

It would be her career on the line. Not his. And even Ling’s career. And she refused to give him that satisfaction.Taking a slow, controlled breath, Orm straightened.

P’Wichai folded his hands. “Orm, just—keep things quiet about him. Finish the movie. And don’t engage in anything that could cause media backlash. That’s all I ask.”

Orm held his gaze. She understood what he was really saying.

Let it go. Don’t fight back. Keep your head down. He’s an old asshole.

She clenched her jaw.

“I’ll finish this movie,” she said evenly. “But don’t ever ask me to stay quiet about something like this again. If he continues, I’m going public about his behavior”

P’Wichai gave her a look that was somewhere between frustration and understanding. “Fine.”

Orm turned without another word, leaving Jason and the director behind.

Her blood was still boiling as she stepped out of the office.

And the second she did, she was met with the only person she wanted to see.

Ling.

She was standing there, waiting. Arms crossed, eyes unreadable.

Orm’s heart squeezed.

“How much did you hear?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Ling tilted her head. “Enough.”

Orm exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “Baby, I—”

Ling stepped closer, placing a hand on Orm’s chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath.

“Come here,” she murmured. Orm sighed and pulled her in, burying her face in Ling’s neck.

Ling held her tightly. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” she whispered.

Orm swallowed. “I hate this.”

“I know. Me too love, but don’t worry it’s going to be okay”

Orm exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to Ling’s temple. “I just want to go home.”

Ling smiled softly. “Then let’s go home, my love.”

And with that, they left the set together.

Because at the end of the day, they were each other’s safe place. And no industry, no asshole like Jason, and no outdated traditions were ever going to change that.