Pond X Phuwin Warning: An age-gap, dark romance exploring the twisted bond between art, control, and captivity.Stockholm Syndrome!! "Do you think I liked you just because you're good at drawing?" Pond whispers, his hand wrapped around his throat. "No. You were broken. And I... I saw in you everything I hated about myself. And that's why I want you now-only for me. Draw for me. Live for me. Breathe only for me."

/ˌæpədaɪˈɒpsɪs/ The act of mentally undressing someone over. ♪ "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞?" "𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞?" ♪ A PondPhuwin fanfiction [MATURE 21+] ♪ Top Pond Naravit Bottom Phuwin Tang ♪ All the rights for pictures goes to the respective people. However the storyline belongs entirely to me: @EliseInk. Any similarities to other stories is purely coincidential. Kindly refrain from copying and plagiarism. I do not own the characters, the actors or any institutions mentioned in it. Everything is purely fictional. ♪ You would not regret it

"𝐏-𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?", 𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. "𝐓-𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝... 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝... 𝐓-𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠..." "𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧", 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ♪ Phuwin never imagined he'd marry a fisherman. Pond never imagined he'd belong in a billionaire's mansion. Their grandmothers' promise makes them husbands, but three months of quiet domesticity slowly turns an unwanted marriage into something dangerously close to love. Then one night, Phuwin is found unconscious in a locked room, in a disheveled state and Pond was the one who found him, a husband everyone already believes is beneath Phuwin. There are no cameras or witnesses and most importantly - no explanation from Pond himself. And suddenly, the husband who spent months taking care of Phuwin becomes the man everyone believes assaulted him. And - Phuwin, he couldn't remember what had happened that night, except that he was told that he was drunk and had taken advantage of. ♪ A PondPhuwin fanfiction. Top Pond ↑ and Bottom Phuwin ↓ Boy × Boy (More tropes in the Introduction page)

Two enemies. One contract. Zero self-control. To survive the semester, Niran and Pete sign a strict, no-strings-attached agreement: enemies with benefits. No feelings. Just raw, unadulterated stress relief. The contract is signed, the door is locked, and Pete is about to show his president exactly what happens when you play dirty. But what happens when they break the very rules they made themselves? _ "Better, Mr. President?" Pete whispered. "Fuck you," Niran choked out, a raw, ragged sound as Pete's hands gripped his hips, pulling him impossibly closer in the dark. "Seriously. Fuck you, Pete!" "You already said that," Pete growled. "And you already are." Dive in for a very sexy ride everyone😉🫶

Nothing much... just pure, unfiltered trauma. #darkromance #sensualcontent

Some voices save you before you ever learn their name. Phuwin knew that better than anyone, a boy who found the will to live in a stranger's song and spent years quietly loving the man behind it from a distance he never expected to close. When fate finally brings them together, it isn't the reunion he dreamed of. Behind the cameras and the perfect, staged devotion, Phuwin discovers that the same hands capable of saving a life can just as easily be the ones that break it. Some love stories are built on scars neither person saw coming, and healing, when it comes, is never as simple as forgiveness. Sometimes the person who once destroyed you is the only one who can help put you back together, if you're both brave enough to survive getting there. This story contains:⚠️ Heavy angst Fake relationship Childhood trauma Abusive content Physical violence Mention of self harm Disability Grief and loss Graphic injury Suicidal ideation Panic disorder Alchohol misuse Power imbalance Slight manipulation Trauma recovery If you're uncomfortable with any of these themes, feel free to leave.

This is a PondPhuwin oneshot book featuring multiple tropes like fluff, angst, romance, hurt/comfort, comedy, (might or might not write) supernatural AUs, and more. Every chapter is a different story from my imagination. I'll provide trigger warnings where needed in the chapters. There will be no smut! ⚠️Trigger warnings: Sick male lead Comedy Mention of self harm Mention of trauma Violence Graphic themes PTSD Phobias Blood Stabbing Light Angst Heavy Angst Angst with happy ending If you're uncomfortable with any of these then don't read it please.

Phuwin admired Pond long before meeting him. Not because of his wealth. But because of his loyalty. A widower who raised his son alone and never looked at another person again. When their families introduced them, Phuwin met only one person.. Pavin. Pond's four-year-old son. And somehow, The child stole his heart first. But behind their smiles. Their families had already arranged everything. One believed the other agreed. One walked unknowingly into his own engagement. And when their names were announced together... Neither of them knew, Love had never been part of the plan. lie betrayal manipulation family love smut mpreg

⚠️ DISCLAIMER This story contains mature themes, including bullying, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, obsession, trauma, violence, and dark romance elements. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to intense emotional content, dark psychology, or morally grey characters, please proceed with caution. This is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences only (18+). Ten years ago, Pond bullied the only boy he ever loved- and it broke Phuwin enough to make him disappear. Now Pond is powerful. Feared. A man who takes what he wants. And what he wants... is the boy he destroyed. But Phuwin isn't delicate anymore. He's a flame-sharp, dangerous, and ready to burn Pond alive. Let the game of love, obsession, and revenge begin.

Power has always been Pond Naravit's language. Control. Reputation. Perfection. Everything in his world has a place-until Phuwin Tangsakyuen steps into it. A name whispered with curiosity. A presence impossible to ignore. A person who seems far too gentle for the kind of world Pond belongs to. But nothing about them is simple. Behind closed doors, perfection cracks. Polished smiles hide sharp edges. Every moment carries tension, every silence feels heavier than words, and every step closer comes with a price. What begins as an arrangement becomes a dangerous obsession. A battle of restraint and temptation. A connection built on fascination, resentment, and a pull neither of them understands. Because the most dangerous people are not always the ones who destroy you. Sometimes, they are the ones who make you want to stay.