Bleeding Colors

Pond is a ghost in his own life. Cold, unsmiling, and completely isolated, he runs his quiet coffee shop on the edge of the city like a man hiding a dark, dangerous secret.

Until Phuwin accidentally crashes into his world.

A brilliant but highly stressed artist, Phuwin is drowning under the intense pressure of his gallery. When a chaotic rainy day forces them to collide, an unlikely connection forms. Where Pond is ice, Phuwin is warmth.

It seems like the perfect, slow-burn romance where an artist brings color back to a broken man's life. But appearances are entirely deceptive. As they grow closer, a suffocating tension creeps into their relationship. There is a coldness in Pond's gaze that doesn't match his gentle actions.

There are whispers in the neighborhood about Pond's past, and tiny, unsettling inconsistencies that leave Phuwin feeling like he is constantly being watched.Phuwin thinks he is just melting a cold heart.

He has no idea he is walking straight into a meticulously crafted trap. Or is he?

My first pondphuwin story.
Hope , you enjoy this crack-head imaginations.

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