William Jakrapatr rules Rome with fear-cold, untouchable and in control of everything. Until he notices Est Supha, a gentle boy in Rome for just one year. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. Protection becomes possession. William doesn't fall in love-he claims. But when Est suddenly disappears, leaving behind a message William never reads, the most feared man in Rome finally feels loss. And William Jakrapatr does not lose what belongs to him. He follows. And if the world stands in his way, it will burn.

Love wasn't supposed to feel like vertigo. William has always been the kind of person who moves first, laughs loudest, and never stays still long enough to be caught. Kissing is easy. Intensity is easy. What isn't easy is loving one person without feeling like he's losing himself. Est, his neighbor-his quiet rival, his mirror, his undoing-falls for the one boy who seems to belong to everyone but him. What begins as tension and almost-confessions turns into something deeper: midnight honesty, slow growth, and the painful realization that fear can look a lot like pride. As graduation approaches and distance threatens to reshape their world, William must confront the version of himself who runs when love feels too big. Est must decide whether staying is worth the risk of being left. This is not a story about dramatic passion that burns out. It's a story about choosing. About learning that steady can be louder than chaos. About two people who grow without outgrowing each other. Still water. Loud heart. And the boy who once kissed everyone learns how to stay. Disclaimer: This story was created in collaboration with AI, written with the author's heart - and contains no 18+ content.

A Williamest story. An academic enemies-to-lovers BL where rivalry turns into quiet devotion, soft jealousy, and a love that feels safe. . . . . . . . . . . Author's quote:"I hope you like the story and you can give me suggestions on what happens next. Enjoy the rest 🤗"

William hadn't expected the past to knock back. He stood outside the apartment door for a long second, staring at the nameplate beside it. EST. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs. Five years. Five years since that name had disappeared from his life without a word. He raised his hand and knocked. The door opened slowly. Est stood there older, thinner, his eyes tired in a way William didn't remember. The familiar omega scent hit him next, sharp and soft all at once, and William's breath caught. "William..." Est whispered, like he wasn't sure this was real. Before William could say anything, a small voice spoke from behind Est. "Papa?" A little boy peeked out, half-hidden behind Est's leg. Big eyes. Dark hair. Small and nervous. William's world tilted. Papa. The word echoed cruelly in his head. Est didn't step back. Instead, he slowly bent down and lifted the child into his arms. The movement was careful, practiced like he had done it a thousand times before. The boy immediately curled into him, small hands clutching at Est's shirt, his face burying itself. __________________________________________ ⚠️ Important Notice •This story is 18+ / Mature •It is set in an Omegaverse universe •Themes may include emotional trauma, past intimacy, alpha/omega dynamics, pregnancy, and mature situations. 📌Please read only if you're comfortable with these elements. There will be angst, slow healing, and deep emotional connections. Some parts may hurt, some may feel soft, and some will take time but nothing is rushed here. I HOPE YOU'LL SUPPORT & GIVE CHANCE UNCLAIMED LOVE 💌 Thank you for supporting my writing ✍🏻

How far will you go....until you lose control? > William = Dean 🎸, Est = Moth 🦈 > Genre : BL, Psychological Thriller, Dark Romance Dean destroyed him once. Now he wants to save him. But Moth doesn't need saving.🖤

Under neon lights and screaming engines, William rules the underground racing scene with reckless confidence-fearless, untouchable, and addicted to the rush of the finish line. And always, waiting at the finish line, is Est--the mechanic who keeps his engine alive while quietly letting his own heart break. Est fell for William long before the reputation, before the danger began to feel normal. He hides it behind late nights in the garage, meticulous repairs, and silent loyalty, watching William chase speed-and someone-that will never be him. Loving William means standing within reach, knowing he will never look his way. Until William does. Jealousy sparks. Possession follows. Because once William finally sees Est--not just as his mechanic, but as his--every restraint shatters, leaving only the heat of William and the inevitability of Est.

Est is a 24 Year old, mostly calm guy, that owns a flower shop. But recently there has been something bothering him. His best friends Daou and Offroad just told him that they have been dating for 2 Years. Now he feels lonely and somewhat alone. William on the other hand is a 21 Year old Idol. In the morning he is filming an ad and in the afternoon he hosts a music show. One day William tries to escape a Saseng fan who has been following him for hours when he bumps into Est....

Before love found its way back to them, there was loss, silence, and a bond that refused to break even when torn apart by time. William learned control early-over empires, over chaos, over himself-except where Est was concerned. Est learned survival-through pain, through absence, through nights when hope felt like a risk. They were childhood promises that never faded, lovers shaped by distance and fear, and when fate finally pulled them back into the same orbit, it did so with force. This is not just a story of romance-it's a story of reclaiming what was always theirs, of desire tangled with devotion, and of two men who refused to let time be the thing that defeated them.

So, basically it's a Williamest story. Not connected to reality

In the Kirgun family, love has never been a requirement. Marriages are contracts, signed to protect power, bloodlines, and legacy. It worked for the first son. It worked for the second. Now it is the third son's turn. William Kirgun, the quiet and dangerous mafia prince, enters a contract marriage with no intention of letting it become real. Feelings are liabilities, and he has survived his whole life by keeping control. Est never wanted the mafia world. Tied to the Kirgun family by circumstances beyond his control, he agrees to the marriage for one reason only-freedom. What he gets instead is a life inside the Kirgun mansion, bound by a name that isn't his and rules he never asked for. They live like strangers. Separate rooms. Separate hearts. Yet in silence, danger, and unspoken protection, something begins to change. As family traditions tighten, secrets surface, and blood demands loyalty, love grows slowly-quietly-against everything the Kirgun name stands for. Some vows are signed in ink. Some are written in blood.