Is this love or obsession?

‎           GAY BECAUSE OF YOU

...‎Disclaimer...

‎THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL, EACH CHARACTER IS FICTIONAL, AND ANY PLACE, PRODUCT OR COMPANY DOES NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH REAL LIFE EVENTS. BUT NATIONALITIES ARE REAL.

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...‎Copyright@ZORRY SUNBLAZE 2026...

‎Do you believe in rebirth and Karma?

Karma is a bitch that bites back when you least expect. Be wicked on a low-key, and make sure you avoid Karma’s revenge. In-between every chaos, don’t forget to find love, and treat that person right.

‎Love doesn’t have to be between a man and a woman, it could be between two people who understand, love and respect each-other. Love is fluid and applies to all genders.

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...‎THIS IS TO ANY READER WHO COMES ACROSS MY WORK...

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‎Thank you for deciding to read this wonderful piece of work, if this is your first time coming across my work, I have other works you can check out on my page, and you can check out my other works on Wattpad and Mangatoons. Under the same pen name Zorry Sunblaze.

‎I love you all, and I thank you again for your support. Nuu rak tuk khon maak…

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...‎PROLOGUE:...

... THE UNWANTED DAWN...

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‎I didn’t want a second chance. I didn’t want a “New Beginning” or a silver lining. I just wanted silence.

‎I wanted the heavy, suffocating darkness to finally swallow the memories of his hands, the scent of the chemicals that turned him into a monster, and the sound of the lock sliding into place every night.

I had paid my dues to a life that gave me nothing but bruises and stolen dignity.

As the world blurred and my heart slowed to a final, sluggish beat, my only prayer was for nothingness.

...‎Total. Absolute. Empty....

‎But karma is a cruel author, and she wasn’t finished with my story.

‎Instead of void, there was a roar of light. Instead of silence, there was a rush of power—a cold, terrifying strength flowing through veins that weren’t mine.

I woke up in a body that felt like a weapon, surrounded by wealth built on blood and a name that made grown men tremble.

‎I was no longer a girl in the shadows.

‎I was the nightmare in the light.

‎I sought him out not because I wanted to love him, but because I wanted to watch him shatter the way I had. I wanted to see those ice-cold eyes fill with the same darkness. I didn’t know that under his cruelty was a boy who had been shattered long before he ever touched me.

‎I came for revenge. I didn’t realize I was walking back into the arms of

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...‎GAY BECAUSE OF YOU...

...‎CHAPTER ONE...

...‎Is this Love or Obsession?...

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...‎🔞 Warning ⚠️...

...This chapter includes Mature themes like drugs, rape, death, and abuse. Please proceed with caution...

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‎When you love someone, you want them to be happy at any cost.

‎But when it's obsession, you keep them no matter what.

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‎“hey bitch. Bring a drink to my table” a tall lean man probably in his early 20s called as he sat in a comfortable couch placed lazily in the club. The pop music blasting in the atmosphere.

He had dark chocolate hair color, styled in short bangs. He has prominent nose, diamond shaped nos, and almond shaped eyes.

His gray pupils were cold as ice.

‎Minutes later, a tray containing a bottle of Liquid G, a syringe of Smack, and a bag of Special K.

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‎“Hey Pit” a guy with bleached white hair, a sharp lip piercing, and a spider tattoo crawling across his temple approached him with a glass containing Roofies.

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‎“Ahh palm having fun right?” Pit replied, his voice already sounding distant.

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‎Palm joined him on the plush couch, leaning in with a predatory grin.

“looks like tonight is gonna be a long night” he said, patting Pit’s shoulder before disappearing back into the sea of dancers.

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‎“Pim is alone at home, I need to go and keep her company” Pit muttered to himself, letting out a jagged, maniacal laugh that was swallowed by the bass of the music.

He picked up the syringe, expertly prepping the hit of Smack he’s been craving... As the needle pierced his skin and he pushed the plunger, his pupils dilated until they were nothing but vast, black voids—proof of the chemical fire starting to roar through his veins…

To chase the rush, he took two gulps of Liquid G, downing the entire glass in one go.

...‎ PIT’S HOUSE...

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‎The taxi ride was a blur of neon lights and nausea. By the time he reached the house, his legs were leaden. He staggered into the room, collapsing onto the bed as his mind began to drifted into a dangerous, drug-induced haze...

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‎Meanwhile, in the far corner of the darkened room, a delicate figure sat huddled on the floor.

‎Her appearance was disheveled, her small frame trembling as she hugged her knees tight against her chest. She was a ghost in her own home, terrified of the person who had just entered.

‎Her sobs were low and muffled— a desperate, quiet sound as if she were scared of even the air hearing her.

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‎As if the world wasn’t cruel enough, Pit’s glazed eyes finally found her. He stared at her for a long moment, the drugs making his gaze heavy and unreadable.

‎“Pim... come over here,” he slurred, motioning clumsily with a trembling hand.

‎Terror flared in her chest, and she instinctively scrambled backward, her heels digging into the floor. The sight of her fear didn’t stop him—it annoyed him.

‎His jaw tightened, and he advanced toward her with a predatory stumble. Before she could scream, his hand shot out, catching her by the neck.

The air left her lungs in a sharp gasp. She thrashed and pleaded, her small hands clawing at his iron grip, but it was all in vain. The chemicals in his system had turned him into a monster she didn't recognize.

‎“I’m hurt, P’Pit... please,” she managed to wheeze out, tears spilling over.

‎For a split second, his expression shifted. A flicker of the boy he used to be surfaced—a flash of hesitation.

But the "Poison" in his blood was stronger. He released her neck, only to shove her violently onto the bed.

‎The mattress dipped under his weight. Pim tried to crawl toward the edge, but he was faster, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. The smell of expensive liquor and "Smack" filled her senses, suffocating her.

‎"Don't run, Pim," he whispered, his voice a jagged edge. "Dad said... if you love someone, you never let them run."

‎He didn't hear her begging. He didn't see the way her soul seemed to leave her eyes as he began to tear at her clothes.

To him, she was a possession to be kept; to her, the world was ending.

Every touch felt like a violation of the very air she breathed. As the nightmare unfolded, Pim stared up at the ceiling, her body going limp as she retreated into the only place he couldn't reach—the dark, silent corners of her own mind.

‎She realized then that there was no "brother" left in this room. There was only a monster, and the girl he was breaking.

‎Hours of violation finally ended when Pit slumped over, his consciousness lost to the drugs and his own depravity. Pim didn’t wait. With trembling limbs and eyes swollen shut from hours of crying, she scrambled off the bed, her every movement a reminder of her shattered dignity.

‎She locked the bathroom door, the click of the bolt the only sound in the room.

‎"I'm dirty..." she whispered to the cracked mirror, her voice a ghost of itself. "I can never be clean. I don't have a life anymore... I just want to die."

‎Her gaze drifted to the marble counter, landing on a small, clinical bottle. It read Fentanyl. She had no idea what the word meant, but she had seen the way Pit handled it with a twisted kind of reverence. She knew it was lethal. She knew it was the end.

‎With hands that finally stopped shaking, she grabbed a discarded syringe. She filled it to the brim, the clear liquid shimmering like a cruel diamond.

Taking one last, shuddering breath, she pushed the needle into her skin.

‎At first, there was nothing but a strange, terrifying heat. Then, the world tilted. Her body began to convulse, a violent rejection of the life she no longer wanted.

White foam gathered at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't fight it. Instead, a small, haunting smile touched her lips.

‎She climbed into the bathtub, letting her body sink into the cold water. As the water rose above her face, she didn't struggle for air. She didn't open her eyes.

She simply let go, drifting into the absolute, silent darkness she had prayed for.

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...‎Next on GAY BECAUSE OF YOU......

...‎🎞️ Chapter 2: A New Life Begins...

‎💄 He walks like a God of Death, dressed in a red suit that screams money.

‎🎥 [The office doors swing open]

‎🖤 Ya: “Stop being so polite with this friend of yours... I’m just gonna pay them a visit.”

‎🚬 The atmosphere didn’t just change. It froze.

‎🎥 [Heels clicking against the marble floor]

‎😮 Tiw: “P’Ya! Please be careful with that thing around me!”

‎Ya: Click-clack. “Relax. There’s no bullet in it.”

‎🕸️ A predator enters the Yooniverse.

‎🎥 [The neon signs flickering over the black SUV]

‎Ya: “If they want to play with drugs and bullets in my house, I’ll show them what it feels like to truly overdose.”

‎😵 The nightmare meets the executioner.

‎🎥 [Pit slumped over a sticky table, eyes glazed]

‎Ya: “There he is.”

‎⛓️ No mercy. No witnesses.

‎🎥 [Shadows closing in on an unconscious Pit]

‎Ya: “Take him to the underground house. And Tiw? Don’t be gentle.”

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...‎💌 Author’s Note:...

‎The King has returned to his throne, and he brought a cold heart and a loaded gun with him. 😏

‎So tell me—

‎✨ That sharp undercut mullet?

‎🔥 The ice-blue eyes?

‎👀 Or the fact that Pit has NO idea what’s coming for him?

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‎Drop a comment:

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‎💬 Who is this mysterious "Ya" to you?

‎💋 Are we ready to see what happens in the Underground House?

‎🎀 And does anyone else think that red suit is a total vibe?

‎📚 Add to your library to see the reckoning.

‎📣 Share it if you’re ready for the debt to be paid.

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‎See you in Chapter 2, darlings 😘

‎#GayBecauseOfYou #MafiaRomance #TheReckoning

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