Thirakit Kian Lee

Leeds University was rotten under the pressure of money and connections, and at the very pinnacle of this corrupt world sat Thirakit Kian Lee. His status was so unshakable that if he were to bring any boy from the slums to a lecture tomorrow and declare him one of his own, everyone would merely look at them obsequiously. This would only strengthen his authority, entrenched in absolute permissiveness: "Kian Lee does whatever he wants, and no one dares judge him."
Pichchayarat Jenikit didn't think about it. He was an ordinary student in a baggy hoodie and glasses, simply trying to survive in this jungle, remaining a gray shadow. But Pich didn't know the most important thing: Tirakit had been madly, tremblingly in love with him for over a year.
Qian Lee could have taken Peach with a single click. He could have simply walked up to him, pinned him against the wall, and forced him to stay close. But Tirakit knew the underbelly of his world all too well. If Peach had become "Qian Lee's boyfriend," his quiet, peaceful life would have turned into hell. Envious glances, whispers behind his back, the false smiles of sycophants, and the constant focus of student blog cameras—everything Peach hated so much would have descended upon him like an avalanche. Tirakit desperately wanted him, but even more so, he wanted to protect him. He didn't want to ruin Peach's life with his stifling, toxic popularity.
That's why Kian Lee chose the role of an invisible guardian angel who never touched the guy himself and cruelly suppressed any attempts by his retinue to talk about him.
As they sat in the closed VIP lounge, one of the rich kids, leafing through the lists of students, lazily drawled:
"Listen, that Jenikita from the computer department... Such a funny nerd. Maybe we should spill coffee on him in front of everyone, just for laughs? " The air in the room instantly turned cold. Tirakit's gaze turned murderous, but he masterfully suppressed his anger. He merely snorted dismissively, twirling his glass of expensive whiskey in his fingers, and abruptly changed the subject: "Leave him alone, he's stupid and uninteresting. It's boring even to get your hands dirty. Better yet, tell me, did your father approve the purchase of those shares at auction? I need the reports by this evening. "
The retinue immediately switched to business, alarmed. Tirakit performed this trick time and again: as soon as someone casually mentioned Peach, Kian Lee abruptly steered the conversation toward million-dollar deals or private parties, completely blocking any interest in Jenikit.
His defense remained discreet but devastating. When Peach was framed for his term paper, Tirakit bought the entire server containing the data overnight and personally erased the offenders' files. When a gang of seniors decided to punish Peach in a dark alley for preventing them from cheating, they were intercepted by Kian Lee's personal security. The next day, these guys gave Peach a wide berth, their faces pale with panic.
Peach himself continued to calmly attend classes, read books in the library, and rejoice that his plan to "stay unnoticed" was working perfectly. Occasionally, he would run into Tirakit in the hallway. He would pass by, arrogant, unapproachable, surrounded by guards and sycophants, barely sparing Peach a cold glance.
Peach sighed with relief, thinking how lucky he was that this dangerous rich man wasn't paying attention to him. Meanwhile, Tirakit walked ahead, hiding his hands in the pockets of his expensive coat so no one would see how trembling they were. He continued to keep his distance, consciously burning himself from within with this secret love, so that his fragile, beloved botanist could sleep peacefully and live his normal, happy life.

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