(CONTINUATION OF LEFT WITHOUT A SOUND) 2ND Part Their war ended in silence. Now begins the life they fought for - rebuilding, healing, and learning how to love without fear. only story is mine .

Est Supha was once the most loved child of his family - the soft, adored omega everyone protected. Until the night his elder brother Sky died... and the family decided it was Est's fault. From being cherished to being shunned, Est learned to live with the weight of a lie - because he knew the truth: he saw someone else in the forest that night... someone his family refuses to believe . When the danger lurk around, more ruthless than before, the Supha family panics. They turn to the only man powerful enough to stand between them and destruction: William Jakra - the rare Enigma, feared by all mafia circles, a legend whispered like a warning. The alliance they offer is simple: their prized alpha daughter Earnisa... but William's eyes fall on someone else entirely. On Est - quiet, neglected, and carrying secrets in his trembling hands. And when William chooses, even the strongest alphas step aside. Pulled into a world of vengeance, power, and a bond he never expected, Est realizes something terrifying: William didn't choose him by accident. He chose him because fate already had.

"In a world of shadows, he is king. And when fate puts Est in his path, William has only one rule: Touch him, and you die."

Est is loved-by his parents, by his family, by a life that taught him how to endure quietly. William is admired by the world-successful, charming, careless in all the ways that never seem to matter. Their marriage is arranged for business, not cruelty. William never hurts Est. He simply never sees him. Est hides his loneliness behind polite smiles and careful silence, protecting his parents from the truth-that their only son is slowly disappearing inside a marriage where he exists alone. When Est finally leaves, he does so without anger, without accusation. And only then does William understand: absence can hurt far more than rejection. This is a story about neglect that doesn't look like abuse, love that arrives too late-and whether healing is still possible once someone walks away. only story is mine

"How do you love someone who's running out of time?" Est is breaking a little more every day. His heart is failing quietly, beautifully, tragically - and only one year remains. He hides the truth behind gentle smiles and helps his mother in their tiny market stall, pretending he isn't dying. William, the nation's brightest idol, is dying too - just in a different way. Surrounded by millions, adored by the world, yet completely empty inside. And when destiny pull them together William sees someone who feels like peace. Est sees someone hiding pain he doesn't say out loud. Neither of them meant to fall. Neither of them planned to need someone so deeply. But while William learns how it feels to be truly loved, Est is learning how it feels to run out of time. A fragile heart. A hollow star. A love beautiful enough to hurt... and temporary enough to break. This is a story of a fragile boy, a broken idol, borrowed time, and a love that grows even when the ending is already written.

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

"Baby girl, won't you help me?" William was never the type to beg. The most feared mafia king, he was used to taking what he wanted; ruthlessly, without remorse. When a bullet tears through his shoulder, he does what he always does: kidnaps a doctor, forces them to patch him up, and erases the evidence. But Dr. Est is different. Soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, and far too tempting. From the moment William locks eyes with him, he knows one thing: this one, he can't let go. Est should fear him. He should run. But when William smirks, voice dripping like honey and venom, Est feels his heart betray him. In a world where love is a weakness and danger lurks behind every whispered promise, how do you escape the devil when he's already marked you as his? A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains strong language, mature themes, violence, abuse, and dark romance elements. Reader discretion is advised.

"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.

"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 collection of WilliamEst oneshots built from everything they are when no one is watching. Soft moments that turn dangerous without warning. Dark moments that turn intimate without permission. And a love that never learned how to behave properly. Mpreg. Smut. Dark themes. Soft romance. Obsession. Devotion. They were never meant to be simple. They were never meant to be safe. They were meant to be everything. ⚠️18+ ONLY⚠️