William Jakrapatr has everything-money, power, and a life carefully balanced between boardrooms by day and neon-lit parties by night. He knows when to take risks and when to walk away. Control is his specialty. Est Supha has nothing that ties him down. No family. No rules. No address. He lives on stolen roads and illegal races, known only by the name the crowd screams when he wins. Fast, reckless, untouchable. They meet where they shouldn't-under flickering lights, engines screaming, and bets no one admits to placing. William doesn't chase. Est doesn't stay. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession, and obsession turns into a dangerous game of power, desire, and pride. Neither of them is innocent. Neither wants to bend. And both are very good at making others beg. In a world of speed, secrets, and sleepless nights, control becomes optional-and walking away is the hardest race of all. No rules. No brakes. No apologies.

WILLIAMEST FANFIC° Est 23 year old son of a company owner and a struggling idol employee from his dad's company met one night on the rooftop and everything changed I really really suck at description. Read to find out more ❣️

William has always lived in the spotlight-but behind the camera flashes and screaming crowds, he feels like a firefly: small, fleeting, and always chased. Est is the opposite. He's the forest-steady, grounded, a quiet kind of strong. After giving up his dreams of competitive swimming, he's learned to find peace in simplicity, running a small guesthouse in the mountains of Chiang Mai. When William stumbles into Est's world-half-lost, half-searching-they're both caught off guard by what they find in each other. What begins as wary coexistence slowly unravels into something neither expected: comfort, tension, healing, and the kind of love that lingers long after the moment ends. Together, they learn that love doesn't have to be rushed or fleeting-it can be steady, lasting, and true. Because even fireflies need a place to rest. And even forests need a little light. A tender, atmospheric romance about coming home to yourself-and to someone who sees you, truly.

Some loves never die. Some refuse to be forgotten. Est never meant to write a love story that would bleed into reality. But when his novel's tragic ending awakens something-someone-lost between worlds, the line between fiction and fate begins to unravel. William, a fading star desperate for a role that will resurrect his career, is drawn to Est's story like a memory he's never lived. As the two are pulled together, dreams twist into possession, love turns into obsession, and a long-dead soul returns, determined to reclaim what was stolen. But is love still love when it wears another's face? Darkly romantic and laced with supernatural longing, To Love You Again is a haunting tale of devotion, identity, and the price of being loved by a ghost who remembers everything-even if you don't.

At first, William wanted a body like Est's. Turns out he wanted Est. Between family barbecues, napkin diagrams about flip turns, and a festival hand-hold, William falls hard-then is told to leave and build a life first. Two years, one promise, and the echo of a kiss on poolside tile. When the clock runs out, will Est still be waiting?

William is a weapon-a man who has spent his entire life in the shadows of a city ruled by fear. He is cold, detached, and perfectly comfortable in the violence of the criminal underworld. Est is the light he never thought he would find. A kindergarten teacher defined by his stubborn kindness and chaotic warmth, Est sees past the monster William believes himself to be. In a world of predators, they find a fragile sanctuary in each other. But their love is a provocation to the shadows. When a calculated, unseen enemy decides to shatter the peace they've built, the life they fought for is torn apart. In the aftermath of a brutal tragedy, the roles shift: the protector must become a monster once more, and the survivor must learn how to exist in a world that no longer feels safe.

I should hate him. Est Supha Songawarawong thrives on chaos. Fiery, loud, and impossibly proud, he never loses - except when it comes to William Jakrapatr Kaewpanpong. Calm. Perfect. Infuriatingly composed. From the first quiz to stolen notes, spilled coffee, and late-night library sessions, their rivalry ignites sparks that neither of them wants to admit. He's frustrating. He's infuriating. He's... dangerous. And somehow, every time William smiles that faint, unreadable smile, Est realizes that maybe, just maybe, he's losing the war he swore he would win. Enemies. Rivals. Opposites. Until the line between hate and something far more dangerous disappears. . . . . . AN: Hey! So, I wrote some stories because I have zero chill when it comes to enemies-to-lovers tropes. Prepare for drama, awkward flirting, and me panicking in the background.

​Est was never meant to survive the underworld. Gentle, quiet, and artistic, he is completely discarded by his own family when they use him as a sacrificial pawn to settle a massive debt with the city's most ruthless mafia syndicate. Stripped of his freedom, Est is delivered like a signed contract to the sprawling, heavily fortified fortress of William-the notoriously cold, unyielding mafia boss. ​Expecting a monster who will break him, Est arrives trembling and terrified. But what he receives is something far more crushing: absolute indifference. ​William doesn't abuse him. He simply treats Est like an insignificant piece of furniture. Forced into a gilded cage, Est becomes a ghost in the massive estate, mapping out the hallways just to avoid the William's terrifying, heavy footsteps. When they pass each other, Est bows his head in pure survival instinct, while William walks right past him without a single glance. Est is completely alone, trapped in a silent world where he doesn't matter. ​But in a life drenched in blood, greed, and betrayal, a ghost is hard to ignore. ​Slowly, inadvertently, microscopic cracks form in William's wall of ice. A glimpse of Est reading by the window, the way he flinches at loud noises, the raw terror in his beautiful eyes-the innocent boy William claimed was insignificant begins to consume his thoughts. ​And when rival factions mistake William's cold silence for a lack of protection, the monster awakens. Because just because William doesn't speak to his hostage, doesn't mean anyone else is allowed to touch him.

One Omega. Two Alphas. And absolutely no boundaries. For Est supha, life is a constant tug of war. On one side is William Jakrapatr, his husband, whose Prime Alpha instincts involve dramatic pouting and sneaking back into bed after a ban. On the other is Wesley Jakrapatr, their son, who is determined to out alpha his father for the Best Hug trophy. When these two aren't fighting over who gets to hold Est's hand or who gets the first Sweet Cream recharge of the morning, they're teaming up to create the kind of domestic chaos that only a Jakrapatr can survive. Dive into a world where the laundry is never done, the kitchen is occasionally a lake and the love is so thick you can practically smell the jasmine in the air.

Est had everything money could buy. Except the one thing he never thought he would want-someone who would look at him and see nothing but a person. William Jakrapatr was nineteen, spoiled, clingy, affectionate, and protected by an entire family like their most precious treasure. Est only planned to stay one night at the Jakrapatr household before moving into his new apartment. One night. So why did the cold CEO suddenly find himself thinking- "Can I take William with me?"