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."

"let's break up." that's how phuwin said goodbye ~ soft, sudden, and wrapped in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.