William Kitisakul is a man of logic and cold business acumen-he views emotions as liabilities and marriage as a trap. When his mother, Rin, emotionally blackmails him into an arranged marriage with a young man named Est, William is convinced it is nothing more than a calculated grab for his family's wealth by a greedy family. But William has no idea that the "fragile" boy he is being forced to marry is living a life of quiet terror, surviving daily abuse and starvation at the hands of an aunt and uncle who treat him like a servant. As two worlds collide-one defined by cold, sterile luxury and the other by hidden, desperate survival-the cracks in William's armor begin to show. He is walking into a life-altering encounter, unaware that he isn't being led into a trap, but toward the only person who might save him from his own hollow existence. Author's Disclaimer: This is my very first time writing a story, so please bear with me as I learn and grow with these characters. I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I enjoy creating it! Thank you for reading and for all your support.

🔥 Professor × Student 🔥 ROM × MOK with different characters. 🔞 MOK is a married professor who has never questioned his own heart-until he meets his new student, ROME. ROME is a wealthy, stubborn brat who takes whatever he wants, and he has decided that MOK is his next prize. When a man who doesn't know his own desires meets a boy who never hears the word "NO," the classroom is about to become a place of dangerous obsession and slow burn desire 🔥 ⚠️ Content Warning. It's a mature story so be aware of that.

Est has loved William quietly for years-through every smile, every late-night conversation, and every moment William treated him like home without ever realizing what he truly was to him. To William, Est is his best friend. His constant. The one person who never leaves. To Est, William is everything... even if he was never truly his. When Est gets the chance to leave for his Master's abroad, he finally decides to tell William the truth. But timing has never been on his side. A missed meeting. A broken promise. A confession left unread. And when William finally understands what Est meant to him, it's already too late. Because Est has already left. And some goodbyes don't get a second chance.

Is everything permissible in love and war, or is this merely a justification invented by humans to alleviate guilt? Three hearts beating around each other... So many words... Love Pride Desire Possession Fear And when all these emotions converge in the heart of someone who has never known true love... one thing is born: Regret ........ Please forgive any spelling mistakes; English is not my first language. #williamest

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.

A marriage built on betrayal. A love turned into hate. Two hearts once shared years of love and later endured years of pain, now bound by vows as husbands, each unaware of the other's suffering. Between two hearts that once loved too deeply... Who will reach the other first and learn how to heal together? ***** William once believed love was enough. For four years, he loved one man with everything he had. Est. But one night changed everything. *** Three years ago, Est left someone behind. Someone who loved him enough to break when he disappeared. William. For three years William lived with the betrayal of the man he once trusted more than anyone. His family took him away from Thailand to forget. To heal. But the man who returned three years later was not the same. The warm lover Est once knew was gone. In his place stood someone colder. Sharper. More dangerous. And the first thing he heard when he came back was the one thing that shattered everything again. Est was about to marry Joong Archen. *** But fate had other plans. Because the man standing beside Est at the altar... Was not Joong. It was William. And this time, the vows they shared were not about love. They were about possession.

Est Kirgun rules the underworld with fear, power, and absolute control. No one dares to stand against the ruthless mafia don of Asia-until he meets William Jakrapatr, a carefree medical student who treats him like a normal man instead of a king. What starts as simple curiosity slowly turns into something far more dangerous: obsession. Now, between chaotic friends, a powerful billionaire family, hilarious mafia disasters, and emotions Est can no longer control, William unknowingly becomes the only weakness of the most feared man in Asia.

Est is a man who has built his empire on blood and silence. Regret has never been a part of his world, until a recurring dream begins to haunt him. A faceless man. A blade in his own hands. And a voice that forgives him... even in death. He ignores it, until he meets William. Because the dreams aren't dreams.

William hadn't expected the past to knock back. He stood outside the apartment door for a long second, staring at the nameplate beside it. EST. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs. Five years. Five years since that name had disappeared from his life without a word. He raised his hand and knocked. The door opened slowly. Est stood there older, thinner, his eyes tired in a way William didn't remember. The familiar omega scent hit him next, sharp and soft all at once, and William's breath caught. "William..." Est whispered, like he wasn't sure this was real. Before William could say anything, a small voice spoke from behind Est. "Papa?" A little boy peeked out, half-hidden behind Est's leg. Big eyes. Dark hair. Small and nervous. William's world tilted. Papa. The word echoed cruelly in his head. Est didn't step back. Instead, he slowly bent down and lifted the child into his arms. The movement was careful, practiced like he had done it a thousand times before. The boy immediately curled into him, small hands clutching at Est's shirt, his face burying itself. __________________________________________ ⚠️ Important Notice •This story is 18+ / Mature •It is set in an Omegaverse universe •Themes may include emotional trauma, past intimacy, alpha/omega dynamics, pregnancy, and mature situations. 📌Please read only if you're comfortable with these elements. There will be angst, slow healing, and deep emotional connections. Some parts may hurt, some may feel soft, and some will take time but nothing is rushed here. I HOPE YOU'LL SUPPORT & GIVE CHANCE UNCLAIMED LOVE 💌 Thank you for supporting my writing ✍🏻

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?