| He fucking infuriates me. Drives me crazy. To the point where I grind my teeth. And if he looks at my lips one more time, I'll either kill him or kiss him. And the bastard is constantly staring. | "You have a fetish or something?" "For what?" "My lips. You stare at them every goddamn second." William lazily shifts his gaze from his mouth to his eyes. Slowly. Challenging. Like he's saying, "Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" "Not every second," he finally replies. "Just when you open your mouth to say some bullshit." "So, constantly." "So, go fuck yourself, kitten." Est smirks, turns away to the window. It's quiet in the car, just the rain drumming on the roof. William is staring again. Est can feel it at the back of his neck. "You know," he says without turning around, "if you like it that much, you could just ask." "Ask for what?" "I don't know. Permission, maybe." A pause. Heavy. Sticky. "I never ask," William replies quietly. "I take." Est turns his head. Meets his gaze. It's too dark in the car to tell who's going to kill who first. Or... "Try it," Est whispers. "And I'll break your jaw." "Your arms are too short, Est." "But my teeth are sharp." William smiles. For the first time that day without his usual cockiness. "I know," he says. "That's why you're still alive."

[COMPLETED] They said bonds never break without leaving something behind. They didn't say what happens to the pieces that stay breathing. William chose what he thought was right. Est chose silence. Between instinct and choice, love and duty, one promise was made too fragile-and one life began quietly, unseen by the world that would never ask for it. Deception threatened to break apart what was formed during William's rut when Est was chosen as a convenience by the clan. It's about the kind of love that doesn't beg. And the kind of loss that walks away carrying more than just heartbreak. "Nong luk Est," she had murmured. "Listen to Mae." She had smiled, tears slipping free. "Love can never be forced. And love never kneels when it's real." "Never beg for love, my baby boy. Never forget that." ⚠️M-Preg themes explored

This is not a story about a long mafia war. The war ends in an hour. This is a story about what is found after the guns go silent. Est was married into an enemy mafia family and kept there for a year-not as a partner, but as property. When William destroys that house, he doesn't expect to find someone trembling in its corner, apologizing for existing. William is powerful. Feared. Ruthless. But power does not teach someone how to live again. This is a story about the shape love takes when it arrives quietly-without force, without ownership-growing slowly in the space where silence once lived. only story is mine

"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