FAZER LOGINPakin’s P.O.V
Sean helped me up, dragging me toward the bathroom like a man possessed. The tiled floor was warm under our feet, and he reached into the shower and turned it on. Water spilled from the rain head above, warm and inviting. Very quickly, the shower became thick with steam.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and in his voice I could only hear desire.
Before I could say anything, he gently tugged me into the shower, and
Pakin’s P.O.VThe silence that followed Sean’s admission wasn't the heavy, suffocating kind I had feared for months. Instead, it was thick with something else—an electric, humming tension that seemed to vibrate in the small space between our bodies.I stood there, my cheeks still slightly puffed out in a childish display of stubbornness, feeling the heat of a blush creeping up my neck. I felt stripped bare, not because of my title, but because the wall I had built to protect myself had been revealed as a screen door—transparent and flimsy."So," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I've been playing a part for an audience that already knew the script."Sean didn't laugh. He didn't even give me his signature smirk. He just stepped closer, closing the gap until I could smell the faint scent of gasoline, expensive cologne, and the salt of his skin. He was a predator in the most comforting way possible, his presence enveloping me, grounding me in a world that had felt like it was sp
Pakin’s P.O.VThe words hung in the air like a sudden storm, and I stood there, utterly stunned. My teammates—Coal, David, and the others—didn’t even flinch. No wide eyes, no gasps, no shocked silence. Just the same casual expressions they wore every day around the garage. My secret, the one I’d guarded like my life depended on it, sat exposed between us, and they treated it like old news.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "So you... you all knew?"David scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest with that blunt edge he always carried. "We don’t live under a rock, Pakin. Especially when it comes to the royal family. The entirety of Thailand basically knows who you really are. Your face is on billboards, in newspapers, everywhere. Did you think we’d miss it?"His words hit like a slap, but not from malice—just raw truth. My head spun. All those nights I’d lain awake, rehearsing how I’d reveal my identity as the second prince, fearing their rejection or worse, their distance. And now this
Pakin’s P.O.VBy the time Sean and I made our way back to the pit area, it almost felt absurd how quickly things had shifted.Just thirty minutes ago, we had been standing on opposite sides of a painful misunderstanding, both too stubborn and too scared to say the things that mattered. And now?Now his hand was wrapped around mine.Warm. Solid. Real.Our fingers were loosely intertwined as we walked side by side through the paddock, and every now and then, Sean’s thumb brushed absentmindedly over my knuckles like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.God.How did this man do this to me so effortlessly?“You should’ve seen your face,” Sean said beside me, amusement dancing in his voice.I frowned. “What face?”He turned to look at me, lips curling into that smug grin that made me want to both kiss and strangle him.“That one.”I blinked. “What one?”He mimicked me so perfectly I nearly stumbled.Wide eyes. Slightly parted lips. Hand pressed dramatically to chest.“I’m sorry, Sean,” h
Pakin’s P.O.VIt wasn’t hard to find Sean.The moment I stepped around the edge of the team tent, my eyes landed on him—hunched over his car, arms deep under the hood, grease staining his gloves and streaking up one side of his forearm. He was completely absorbed in his element, focused in that intense, quiet way that always made me feel butterflies in my stomach when he looked at me the same way.He hadn’t noticed me yet.I stopped in my tracks.His red and black uniform fit him like it had been designed solely for him and no one else, hugging every lean muscle of his frame, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as he worked. The way his hair clung slightly to his forehead with sweat, how the sharp line of his jaw flexed every time he twisted something beneath the hood… I couldn’t look away.Fuck me— he looked so good it was unfair.Even when he was irritated or stubb
Pakin’s P.O.VThe engine roared beneath me like a beast I’d finally tamed.I tore through the last curve, tires gripping hot asphalt, my fingers tight around the wheel as I pushed the car to its limit. The wind screamed in my ears, the sun blazed overhead, and for those few minutes, everything else disappeared—Sean, the fight, my guilt.It was just me, my Valkyrie, and the track.I crossed the line and slowly coasted back into the pit lane, heart thudding like a drum. As I pulled off into the shade for a refuel, the mechanics swarmed in, eyes sharp and hands quick.I let the car idle before cutting the engine and pulled off my helmet. The heat hit me like a wall. Sweat clung to my skin. My hair stuck damply to my forehead.Then I saw Coal walking toward me with a water bottle in hand, a wide grin on his face.“Damn, you’re on fire today,” he said, handing me the bottle as I climbed
Pakin’s P.O.VI stared at Sean, his words still hanging in the air like a slap I didn’t see coming.“How long are you planning to stay with the team, Pakin? Or are you just going to vanish one day without saying a word?”The question echoed through my mind louder than any engine roar I’d ever heard on the track.My chest felt hollow, and I blinked, trying to stay composed, but the sting was sharp—unexpected. Of all people, of all the things, I never thought he would be the one to say something like this.It felt like betrayal.“You really think that low of me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even, but the edge was there, raw and trembling and unbidden. “After everything—have I not proven myself loyal enough to the team that you’re suddenly questioning whether I even care?”Sean’s shoulders stiffened, and the guil
Pakin’s P.O.VAfter we settled the bill—though Sean made sure to insist on paying, despite my weak protests—he took my hand and led me down a narrow dirt path beside the restaurant.The air smelled of damp earth and the distant scent of grilled fis
Pakin’s P.O.VAs soon as Pa Yiwa placed the first bowl on the table, a wave of rich, comforting aromas floated up into the air, making my stomach growl all the same.The scent of lemongrass, slow-simmered broth, and fresh herbs… ah, it reminded me of my
Pakin’s P.O.VI let Sean drag me away from the race track, even though I had insisted I was fine enough to run a couple of laps. My body was still healing, but my hands ached to grip the wheel, to feel the adrenaline course through my veins again. But Sean wouldn’t hear it.“Just one day,” he said,
Pakin’s P.O.VAs I neared the race track, my mood slowly began to shift. The frustration from my encounter with May still lingered at the back of my mind, but the thought of seeing Sean pushed it aside.Maybe today wouldn’t be completely ruined after all







