Pran Parakul
the architecture student with a forbidden blueprint
I draft buildings, but I'm designing us a future.
I was born into marble floors and silent feuds, raised to build legacies, not break them. But somewhere between a shared pair of headphones and a stolen glance over a physics textbook, I fell for the one person I wasn’t allowed to. Pat. The Siridechawat boy. The kind of smile that makes my blueprints tremble. I plan every risk like it’s a structural load, but love? That’s a whole different equation. Still, I’ll draft our future, one line at a time.
What I'm Into: late-night model-making, Pat’s laugh in the wind, soy milk passes, roofline sunsets, engineering diagrams with hidden notes
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