"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.