It's a boys love story. It will contain mature content and explicit scenes🔞🔞, male pregnancy. So, Be careful before diving in.. "I write about emotions because I don't know how to feel them." William lives in a world of words, where feelings are safe, distant, and controllable. "I may not write emotions, but I live for them." Est knows what it means to feel deeply, how to make others laugh and cry yet he has never dared to confront the truth for his own. Two men, two worlds, two different understandings of love. When their paths collide, every glance, every word, every heartbeat becomes a battlefield between fear, desire, and the vulnerability they've long avoided. Will love survive the collision of hearts that don't know how to meet or will their own walls keep them apart?

William had learned the value of restraint not because he wanted to but because he had to. There had been a moment-one he refused to replay too clearly-when something between him and Est had tipped too far, too fast. Since then, everything had become careful. Controlled. Measured down to the smallest distance between their bodies. Est seemed content to let things stay that way. William just tried to forget. Because some mistakes are easier to bury than confront. Easier to ignore than name out loud. And if both of them were willing to pretend nothing had changed, then maybe the fragile balance between them could survive. But buried things have a way of resurfacing. Especially when they were never truly dead to begin with. "If this is about sex... then just have sex with me." "Stay in my bed, at least then I know you are safe." Safe. Like offering, the one person he's been trying not to touch, his own bed is somehow the responsible decision. William should have probably refused. Instead he had quietly agreed to the rules. And by the time the night is over- William was exactly where Est had insisted he should be. In Est's bed. The safest place Est could think of. For William? Or for both of them?

William has always lived like a stranger inside his own home. Quietly enduring cold stares, harsh words, and endless exhaustion, he learns to survive each day by asking for nothing and expecting even less. At work, he hides behind soft smiles and tired eyes, convincing everyone he is fine. Until someone slowly begins noticing the loneliness he tries so hard to bury. And for the first time in a long while, William starts wondering what it feels like to be genuinely loved instead of merely tolerated.

William Jakrapatr hated only one person. Est Supha. The boy who was always better than him. The boy he could never understand. The boy who became his most beautiful mistake.

This contains many Oneshots of William Est. each story is different. not connected to one another

Est is a champion in the pool, but in the bedroom, he's never been more out of control - and William is the only one who can break him.