When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

Just then, King's phone rang and he got distracted. It was his father. He wanted to ignore the call, but when he saw how uneven Anurak's breathing was, he sighed and took the call. 


"Dad?" He snarled, not bothering to hide his annoyance. 


"Let him go." A deep voice ordered from the other side. Without giving a response, King ended the call. 


"Angel." King used two fingers to lift Anurak's face. "Look at me." He ordered in a soft voice. It was soft but also compelling. Anurak had no choice but to look up. 


When their eyes met, the coldness was gone. Anurak was confused. It was as if he had imagined it. How could a person's mood swing so fast? Or was he the one reading too much into things? 


King slowly rubbed his thumb on Anurak's lower lip, making him go stiff. 


"Phi." Anurak tried to turn away from the fingertip. King recollected himself, dropped his hand, and took a single step back. 


He is scared of you.