Est awoke in a room he didn't recognize. He was certain that only moments ago he had been sleeping in his shabby, run-down apartment. Now, however, a man dressed in a eunuch's attire stood before him, while another lounged on a spacious, plush sofa, his eyes locked on Est with a chilling, murderous intent. William hated the man standing before him. The fool had been obsessed with him for years. Any consort who received even the slightest smile from William became a target of his jealousy. This time, he had tried to kill one of William's favored consorts by pushing her into a pond. Unfortunately for him, his footing slipped, and he fell into the water alongside her. And now, after waking up, he was pretending to know nothing about the incident. What a joke. William had no intention of tolerating this farce any longer. It was time to throw him out. This book has noncon scenes so plz read it only if it doesn't trigger you. ♧

"Love was never part of the deal. But neither was breaking each other." In William Jakrapath's world, tradition isn't questioned, it's obeyed. As the heir to a powerful family, his marriage isn't about love. It's about duty. And his parents have already chosen for him. Est Supha, the quiet, well-mannered son of their closest friends. William doesn't care. He doesn't argue. He doesn't even look at Est beyond what's necessary. Est, with his soft voice and hesitant smiles, hides his trembling behind calmness. But William notices... and ignores it. To him, Est is nothing more than an obligation - a shadow who will follow his rules, stay within his boundaries, and never cross his line. William is in control. Always. And he swears he will never love him. But what happens when silence turns suffocating? When glances last too long? When a shadow dares to step into the light? Because in this house built on tradition, it isn't love that will destroy them... it's everything they're trying not to feel. // mpreg ; smut

"I'm not a child, Phi Est." Est's breath hitched, caught in his throat. He looked at William, truly looked, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe properly, charged with electricity that crackled between them. He swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on William's lips, which seemed to beckon on to him. "I don't think you're a child." He whispered back, his voice barely audible, raw with yearning. William leaned forward, his eyes daring, challenging Est to let go, to take the plunge. "Then prove it." _________________________________ Aboard the Titanic, wealthy Thai heir Est- weary of his rigid, pre-arranged life, is captivated by the raw talent of Lower Class musician, William. Their meeting sparks an undeniable connection, drawing Est into William's world of vibrant authenticity.

Est thought love would be gentle. But what he got was William - his husband, his protector, his captor. From childhood, William had claimed Est. And now, as the ruthless CEO of a criminal empire, he has turned that obsession into complete domination. Est is dressed in silk, kissed like glass - but every moment is a game of survival. William's love is violence dressed as devotion. And Est is too terrified - and too entangled - to run. But what happens when Est starts to crave the cage that confines him? Dark romance | Psychological control | Possessive husband Power imbalance, forced closeness, twisted tenderness Gaslighting, emotional manipulation Stockholm Syndrome undertones

⚠️Warning: Omegaverse. Tension-filled dynamics. Slow-burn obsession. Male pregnancy. Boy's love🔞🔞🔞 Four years ago, William felt the pull of a bond that never led to a face. Now, fate throws him into the path of Dr. Est Pirapat-a Beta who shouldn't be able to shake his Alpha instincts to the core. But if Est is just a Beta, why does every fiber of William's being scream mate? Cold stares, unanswered questions, and a deliberate game of avoidance-William isn't the type to let things go. He's going to prove Est feels it too. Even if he has to tear through every lie in his way.

"You sentenced me to die," William whispers, "and now you come crawling back like I'm the only one who ever made you feel alive." Est Supha Sangaworawong was built to be clean. Polished. A prosecutor with a flawless record and no room for mistakes, or monsters. William Jakrapatr was supposed to be just that. One trial. One headline. One death sentence. Case closed. Until the dreams started. Not of the crime. Not of the courtroom. Just him. The convict with chained hands and a smile that feels like a secret. Now Est is back at the prison. Sitting. Watching. Wanting. What started as obsession twists into something darker, desire wrapped in guilt, lust heavy with betrayal. A WilliamEst Story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains explicit content, moral corruption, psychological seduction, emotional breakdowns, and sex that feels like sin. You've been warned. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and moral choices depicted are entirely fictional and created for storytelling purposes. Some themes may be dark, controversial, or morally complex. They are not intended to promote or glorify any specific behavior. If you're uncomfortable with moral ambiguity, imperfect characters, or dark content, please proceed with caution. Not all actions are meant to be endorsed. Reader discretion is advised.