In the gilded darkness of Bangkok's Dusit District - where old money whispers, guns glimmer beneath silk, and loyalty is written in blood. Perth Sirikul rules an empire forged from violence. He is feared, ruthless, untouchable. A king raised in cruelty, shaped by war, and destined to die with a blade in his hand - until the day a scholarship student with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue step into his kingdom. Santa Kasiri arrives in Dusit searching for escape, not a crown. But fate has teeth. And the moment Perth notices him, the entire underworld hungers for him. One failed assassination attempt. One forced sanctuary inside the infamous Black Lotus Estate. One kiss that almost ruins them both. What begins as captivity becomes something far more dangerous: a forbidden love that defies every rule of the empire. Santa isn't soft, not anymore. Perth isn't heartless, not with him. Together they ignite a war that will burn cities. But empires do not fall quietly. From ambushes in the mansion gardens to gunfights beneath Bangkok's river tunnels... From obsessive ex-heirs with vendettas to lovers reborn in blood... From six wayward young men becoming an unbreakable family... To the night Santa takes his first life and Perth nearly loses his - Their bond becomes legend. A king forged by violence. A kitten carved from survival. Two hearts raised in ruin, destined to rule together. When their enemies rise, they fight. When their friends bleed, they protect. When the city trembles, they rebuild. And when fate tries to tear them apart - they become fate's reckoning. Blood and Silk - Empire of Shadows is a dark, sensual mafia fanfic of a saga of power, obsession, devotion, and two men who refuse to bow to destiny. In a world where empires are inherited and thrones are stolen, Perth and Santa don't follow the rules. They write new ones. Together. In blood and in silk.

Under the silver moon of the Silvercrest pack, peace has long been protected by loyalty, love, and ancient laws. Among its wolves lives Santa, the youngest son of the pack Alpha-bright, warm, and cherished by all. When a brutal war brings wounded outsiders to their borders, one wolf stands apart: Perth, an Alpha with sorrow in his eyes and scars no one can see. As Santa's light slowly reaches the guarded Alpha, something deeper begins to stir-an unspoken bond neither of them expected. But destiny moves with the moon, and the prophecy whispered years ago may bind their fates in ways no wolf can escape. *Cover page edited by me. Images extracted belong to the respective owners*

When Nut escapes his own wedding, William is left humiliated. To protect the family's reputation, Est steps in as the new groom. Two strangers. One forced marriage. And a slow-burn love no one saw coming. (This is my first time writing. Just randomly writing fanfic nothing more . If there is any mistake plz don't scold me na. The idea pop up when I reading many WilliamEst fanfic,so I want to write something about them.)

Perth's eyes were dark, wounded. "So what?" he asked bitterly. "Should I get drunk too? Go kiss someone else and come home pretending it meant nothing?" Santa shook his head frantically, tears falling faster now. "No... please, no. I'm sorry, Phi Perth. I didn't mean to. I love you. I can't... I can't be without you." Perth laughed once, sharp and broken. "Ta," Perth said, his voice low. "Was it only Pond?" Santa's breath caught. "...What?" "When you were drunk," Perth continued, every word tearing him apart. "Was it only him? Or were there more?" Santa went completely still. "I didn't-" he started, but was cut off. Perth's voice broke. "Did you go further?" he whispered. "Were they... better than me?" Santa stared at him like the question had stabbed straight through his heart. "No," he cried, shaking his head violently. "Never. I swear. I've never been with anyone else. Only you. Phi Perth, please believe me." He broke down completely then, his hands covering his face. "I'm sorry," Santa sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you." Perth stood there, watching the person he loved most fall apart because of his words... because he broke his silence. *** Was it really a drunken mistake? Even if Perth forgives him, will their relationship go back to what it used to be? What if Santa regrets begging Perth to stay because it starts suffocating him to the point he wants to die to end it all at once?

Dunk loved Joong with all his heart-silently, endlessly, perfectly. He gave everything a husband could-care, attention, devotion-without ever asking for love in return. Everything seemed perfect... but Joong never noticed. Seeing Dunk's unwavering love only made him feel trapped in a marriage he never wanted. Dunk loved him anyway, until the day he let go, stepping back to free Joong, even if it broke him completely. And then one day, Joong saw Dunk smiling, laughing, holding a toddler in his arms-and suddenly realized what he had lost. Could Dunk truly have moved on?

Perth has spent eight years proving himself as one of HM Entertainment's most powerful actors. He is the ace, the pillar, the name directors whisper when they need a scene carried. But now, the company wants more. HM is famous for its BL empire, and the CEO has decided it's time for Perth to step into that world. Santa is no rookie. As a member of one of HM's established boy groups, he has already tasted the stage lights and the roar of fans. But for him, it was never about fame, it was about dance. Every performance, every beat, every movement was his language, his way of breathing. Acting, however, was never part of his dream. When HM pairs Perth, the seasoned actor, with Santa, the dancer‑idol, for their next BL drama, the decision shocks the industry. Perth fears the intrusion of fanservice, the way it blurs the line between performance and reality. Santa fears being not enough, disappointing people who trust him. Yet when they stand together, scripts in hand, the silence between them sparks something dangerous. But behind the scenes, in the quiet between takes, Perth and Santa must decide: are they just playing roles for the world, or are they standing on the edge of something real?

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.

The King of Hell doesn't do mercy. He doesn't do love. And he definitely doesn't do humans. But when Perth-the cold, sarcastic ruler of the Underworld-comes to the human realm to hunt down a traitor who dared to meddle in mortal affairs, his mission is interrupted by something far more dangerous than Hell's fugitives... A florist. 🌹 Santa Pongsapak is quiet, polite, and impossibly composed-a man who has known loss, yet still finds beauty in fragile petals and fleeting blooms. He co-owns a little flower shop with his elder brother Dunk, blissfully unaware that Hell itself has been keeping an eye on his street. Until one night, he walks down the wrong alley... and locks eyes with the King of Hell. Humans aren't supposed to survive meeting his gaze. Santa doesn't just survive-he forges a soul tether with him. 🌹 Now, all Hell is literally breaking loose. The King can't stay away, Santa refuses to bow to him, and the Underworld is buzzing with rumors about its ruler's new human "weakness." Between the shadows of Hell and the scent of roses, their worlds begin to intertwine in ways neither can control-dangerous, intoxicating, and impossible to break. He's the Devil who hates Heaven. He's the human who believes in God. And neither is ready for what this bond will do to them... 🌹 Romantic. 🌹 Chaotic. 🌹 Sinfully addictive @All rights reserved

In the underworld, bloodline matters more than love-and power is everything The Archen and Natachai families rule the mafia world from the shadows, their names enough to make even the strongest packs bow. Bound by decades of alliance, their bond is built on loyalty, violence, and silence. There is no space for weakness. Especially not for omegas Dunk Natachai is born into a family that never wanted him. An omega in a lineage that worships alphas, he grows up learning that fragility is a sin and obedience is survival. Hated by his father and tolerated only because of his powerful alpha brother, Dunk lives quietly, carrying a love he was never meant to feel-for Joong Archen Joong was once distant but human. Then he was sent away Seven years of brutal mafia training turns him into something colder, sharper, and untouchable. When he returns, the boy Dunk loved is gone-replaced by an alpha whose presence carries danger in his pheromones and indifference in his eyes Dunk's love is one-sided, unspoken, and slowly destroying him Joong's silence is not cruelty-it is control In a world where omegas are treated as possessions and love is seen as weakness, emotions become weapons, and scent becomes betrayal. As power games tighten and blood is demanded in exchange for loyalty, both must face a truth the underworld refuses to accept: Sometimes the most dangerous rebellion is choosing to love. This is a mafia omegaverse novel about power, neglect, silent devotion, and the cost of burying the heart for survival #joongdunk #omegaverse #mpreg