Scripted In My Heart ( WilliamEst)

Chapter:01

Est took a sip. "Another BL. I thought the industry was finally leaning back into original drama scripts."

Santa shrugged. "The market follows what people devour. And right now, they're devouring W.Solace. No one knows who they are, but they've built a loyal cult in months. Rumor is, they’re young. Still in uni."

Est leaned his head back against the couch, his expression unreadable.

"Still in uni? Probably a fantasy-loving BL fangirl," Est shrugged.

"Maybe. Most writers of those boys’ love novels are girls," Santa agreed, sipping his Americano while scrolling through his phone.

"You could be a great cast for the character named Ari. Kinda matches your characteristics." Santa commented, continuing to scroll through Twitter.

"Huh? Have you already read it?" Est raised his eyebrow.

"Hm. It's really good. The writer has a knack for portraying emotion. Even the intimate scenes are so well-written; like the writer truly lives inside the story. That’s why I said you should consider giving this BL a chance. This story could be a masterpiece. It's ongoing, but the outline is damn near perfect. Could be a great addition to your acting career," Santa said, nodding.

"P'Tha would be over the moon if he heard you were considering BL," Santa joked.

“You know I don't do BL. It's not the genre ; it’s the way people package it. The shipping, the forced pairings, the fake personas. I want roles that let me... breathe. Change. Try something else."

Santa nodded. "I know. And no one's pushing you. Just... keep an eye open. Things move fast when the internet gets involved."

Est didn’t respond right away. He reached for his phone and absentmindedly opened Twitter. The top trend read:

#WsolaceWreckedMe

Clicking it, he saw a flurry of fan art, quotes from the novel, and character designs ! nothing official, nothing revealing. Just emotion. Raw and relatable.

A post caught his eye.

"I don’t know who W.Solace is, but I’d trust them with my heart. Again and again."

Est stared at the screen for a long second. Then locked his phone and returned it to his lap.

"Funny how someone with no face can still create so much noise," Est murmured.

Santa glanced at him. "The pen can be louder than the screen sometimes."

Est didn’t reply. But the name W.Solace lingered in his thoughts, even as the director’s voice called from outside:

"Est, you’re up!"

He stood, calm as always, and walked out of the room ; not knowing that his story was already being written in someone else's world.

At the evening......

The low hum of the air purifier filled the living room, broken only by the rapid tapping of phone screens and an occasional excited squeal from Almond.

Nut  sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, eyes glued to his phone.

"#WsolaceWreckedMe is still trending. You're literally everywhere, Will!"

Almond grinned wide, waving his phone. "They even made a fan edit with your characters and a Lo-fi track! I didn’t cry, but my heart did."

William sat curled up on the far end of the couch, legs tucked beneath him, a cup of warm coffee resting in his hands. He watched them both with a faint smile but remained quiet.