Naret Wichan only meant to identify an unlabeled reel hidden inside the projection booth of his failing old cinema.
Then the man on the screen looked back.
Ravin Mekhara was a silent-film actor in 1936. Ninety years later, he steps out of the projected image and into the empty Vela Picture House—alive, breathing, and still trapped by the film that remembers him.
As long as the original reel keeps moving, Ravin can exist outside the screen.
But there is a price.
Every time Naret touches him, irreplaceable frames begin to burn. And with every piece of film lost, Ravin becomes a little more human—warmth returns to his skin, color enters his body, and eventually, a pulse begins to beat beneath Naret's fingers.
The closer they become, the less film remains to keep Ravin alive.
When the search for answers leads to a missing seventh reel, a white door Ravin cannot remember crossing, and the buried records of a director who wanted complete control over his leading man, Naret and Ravin realize the lost ending may hold more than the truth about Ravin's disappearance.
It may be his only chance to live beyond the projector.
But first, Ravin must decide how much of his past he is willing to burn for a future that finally belongs to him.
A slow-burn MM paranormal romance about old cinema, lost history, bodily autonomy, desire, and two men learning that preservation is not the same thing as being alive.
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