Crawling back to you.

Some people leave quietly.
Others come back like a habit you never kicked.

Pond built an empire out of nights-neon lights, music too loud to think, and strangers who never asked him to feel. It worked. Mostly. Until the one person who ever knew how to ruin him walked back into his world with a camera slung over his shoulder and a smile sharp enough to cut.

Phuwin doesn't apologize. He never does. He shows up, takes what he needs, and disappears before anyone can ask him to stay. Including Pond.

What follows isn't a reunion.
It's a collision.

Old wounds reopen. Power shifts. Desire turns vindictive.
And every time Pond swears he's done, he finds himself doing the same thing he's always done-

Crawling back.