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

 Once King left, Anurak tucked his two hands between his thighs, and dropped his head, docilely waiting for the infamous training to start. His performance during this training would determine his future. He had to do well. He was determined to. 


With a notepad in hand and his legs crossed, Master Ken watched Anurak as he grew uncomfortable and slightly restless. 


“Do I make you feel uncomfortable? Is it my mask?" 


He broke the silence in a soft, smooth voice. One that he only used on his clients. He had many voices, but this was reserved for shy, docile subjects like Anurak. 


Anurak shook his head, wanting to deny the allegations, but then, King's airy, soft voice whispered in his head. “You must cooperate with the therapist. He is not going to harm you. Everything is for your good." 


He swiftly shifted from shaking his head to nodding like an agama lizard. 


For a moment, Master Ken didn't know what to think. He twitched his nose and wrote in his notepad. 


A Major Achievement