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.

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.

For years, Est secretly loved his bestfriend and roomate, William- a charming, self-absorbed playboy who treats their shared apartment as a convenient base for his endless stream of casual flings. Est's patience finally snaps when he decide to move out and build a life for himself. But Est's sudden distance and a building romance with another man shock William out of his self- imposed chaos. Faced with the terror of losing his anchor, William realises his possessivenes hides a deeper, confusing love. What follows is a messy, intense trial period as William fights to reclaim Est, only to discover that the simple, quiet love he always took for granted is the only thing that feels like home. . . . . . . . . Disclaimer: Credits for picture in the book cover goes to original owners, I do not own them. Only the story is mine and it is fiction and does not represent the actor's real life... 😊Thank you...💙

"You're staring again," Est whispered. "I'm memorizing," William said. "In case you forget to come back tomorrow." _____________________________________ In the 1860s, Siam stood between tradition and change. William, the son of a loyal servant, spent his days tending the gardens of the grand Khunthara estate. Est, the family's gentle heir, had been raised for duty, to study, to obey, to become the man his lineage demanded. They found each other in quiet corners and sunlit courtyards, where laughter softened into something neither dared to name. Beneath the banyan tree, love had taken root, fragile, forbidden, and achingly real. Yet in a world ruled by hierarchy and silence, even the softest affection could become a dangerous rebellion. A tender historical romance about devotion, loss, and the courage to love when love itself had to hide. A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story explores historical and cultural repression, instances of homophobia, and the darker sides of class and society. It also contains moments of intimacy and emotional intensity. While written with sensitivity, some scenes may be heavy or difficult to read. Reader discretion is advised.

A vow in haste but can they handle the fire it ignites? Together, they were fire and quiet storms. Messy, magnetic, impossible to look away from. "Est's heart stuttered, breath catching as he fought to keep his expression neutral. "You're jealous," he said, aiming for smug but landing somewhere near breathless." "Of course, I am. You're mine. Or did you forget that part?" William's tone dipped into something dark and possessive." "Est opened his mouth but no words came. The tension gripped his throat..." "William leaned in just a breath closer, voice low and unwavering. "Because it's true. And I don't share. Not now. Not ever." Est, an aspiring actor adored by millions, Est was all sharp edges and hidden softness. There was a gravity to him, a quiet, magnetic which William couldn't help but orbit him. And William, a doctor with quiet intensity. William was made of steady hands and a steady heart and never letting it dim his light. Both too busy for dating, too guarded for games. So, when life pushes them to take a shortcut; straight to engagement, they agree to skip the dating phase altogether. No rules. No rehearsals. Just two hearts stumbling into something neither planned. In the stolen glances, sharp banter, and heated silences, something real takes root, something neither of them expected. When the world turns cruel, they turn to each other. William's warnings cut like steel. Est's loyalty needs no voice. Their love wasn't gentle; It was a lifeline, stitching two souls back together, one heartbeat at a time. ✍️ Riptide_Whispers

Est Supha did not make his way through twenty years of academia, a brutal divorce, and a department full of egos just to have his life derailed by an alpha. Again. He's months away from becoming Head of the Department, and finally-finally-his world is stable. Predictable. Quiet. Maybe too quiet. Fine. He's boring. He drinks the same tea every morning, goes to the same gym twice a week, and hasn't hooked up in... a while. But he learned his lesson with his ex-husband: predictable alphas get you wrecked, emotionally and financially. So when a stupidly handsome, stupidly charming young alpha-William Jakrapatr, all dimples and wild energy-asks him for a very strange, very alpha-coded favor. Est, for reasons he refuses to examine, actually agrees. It's one reckless night. One stupid moment of weakness. One very (very) distracting scent he definitely should not be thinking about. Then that same alpha walks into his lecture hall the next week... ...as his new student. Uh ohh.... ~~~~ William Jakrapatr has never wanted a boyfriend before. His friends call him picky-William says he's just got a sensitive nose. If someone's scent doesn't hit right, it doesn't hit, and that's that. But then he meets Est-sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, smelling like citrus and warm rain-and suddenly William is thinking about mating instincts and long-term plans and what it would be like to have Est's scent on his clothes permanently. Minor issue: Est is his professor. ...Major issue: Est is convinced William is a walking disaster who will ruin his career and possibly his life. William disagrees. He's pretty sure he's the best thing that's ever going to happen to the man. And he's absolutely not about to let Est run away now-not after getting a taste of exactly how good they can be together. He's going to make sure Professor gives him enough privet tuitions. CrossPosted On AO3

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?

In the glittering, rain-soaked streets of Bangkok, Est is a high-end escort who has mastered the art of detachment. One hour. No staying after. No feelings. No exceptions. Scarred by a violent past, he has built walls so high that pleasure has become nothing more than a transaction and love an impossibility. Until William Jakrapatr knocks on his door. A broke, half-Thai half-American literature student with absent parents and a heart too big for his circumstances, William saves every baht for months just for one night with the beautiful, untouchable man behind apartment 2803. What begins as a single paid encounter quickly spirals into something neither of them can control. Night after night, William returns , paying higher prices, falling harder, learning every inch of Est's body and the hidden scars beneath. Slowly, the cold transactions melt into stolen mornings, shared meals, tender aftercare, and whispered confessions in the dark. Est finds himself breaking his own rules: letting William stay, refusing his money, craving the one man who looks at him like he's worth keeping. One night becomes many. One rule becomes many broken. And the man who was never meant to stay... refuses to leave.

In the quiet corners of a small community called First Light, two strangers go about their days -- routines unfolding like clockwork, lives gently brushing without ever colliding. But something soft begins to stir. A flicker at the doorstep. A warmth that arrives before a name. A box, a note, a shared smile left at the door. And a connection that asks for nothing loud -- just presence and a slice of heart. And yet, a darkness that is lingering behind. This is a story about quiet beginnings... and how closeness can grow even without a single word spoken..and how it can bring light..and a love that we can only wish for. #Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 william #2 estsupha #2 heartwarming ⚠️ Disclaimers: Credits for pictures in the book cover goes to original owners, I do not own them. If you'd like credits or want them to be removed, please let me know. Rest of the images are AI generated anime images and do not represent anyone. Only the story is mine, it is a fiction and does not represent the actors' real life. Do not copy or translate. -- Thanks --

What happens when obsession hides behind a familiar face? William and Est were childhood friends bound by a playful promise before drifting apart: if Est was still single by 30, he would marry William. Years later, at 29, Est is a successful model with a magnetic charm that draws admirers. His boyfriend, Earn-a wealthy businessman-is jealous and paranoid, insisting Est be guarded at all times. To keep watch, Earn hires a private firm to assign Est a personal manager who doubles as a bodyguard, tasked with monitoring every move and reporting back to Earn. Est is sassy, sharp, and used to testing limits and thus bodyguards keep switching running away from him. Until fate brings William back-as Est's new bodyguard. Est feels comfort and nostalgia with William. But William isn't the same boy he once adored. Beneath William's calm, polite exterior hides a dark obsession, one that's been simmering for years. A twisted tale of love, obsession, and a pact that refuses to break. # Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 gmmtv #2 williamest #1 obsessive ⚠️ Disclaimers: Credits for pictures in the book cover goes to original owners, I do not own them. If you'd like credits or want them to be removed, please let me know. Only the story is mine, it is a fiction and does not represent the actors' real life. Do not copy or translate. -- Thanks ---