VIOLENT DESIRES

Some obsessions are born out of quiet necessity, while others bleed into existence like a dark, inescapable curse.

For Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, control was never just a lifestyle, it was an absolute law. At twenty-three years old, as the sole heir and formidable executive of the Naravit empire, his world was built on calculated precision, cold authority, and an unyielding grip on power. He had no room for weakness, no patience for vulnerability, and certainly no intention of opening his life to chaos.

Until the night he bought a nine-year-old boy out of the cold, dark alleyways of the city.

Phuwin was a lost, battered child when Pond first claimed him-a fragile soul left bruised and abandoned by the world. Pond took him in, wrapped him in wealth, protection, and complete security, shielding him from every threat imaginable. For eleven long years, Pond lived by a single, unbreakable rule: he would be the boy's guardian, his provider, his ultimate protector. He swore he would never cross the line. He built an impenetrable wall between his duty and his deepest, darkest impulses. He convinced himself that keeping Phuwin safe was enough.

He was wrong.

The fragile boundary melted away the wall of his resistance on the night of Phuwin's seventeenth birthday. Both of them were hopelessly intoxicated, drowned in expensive liquor and the suffocating heat of a birthday celebration. Pond had intended to simply lay beside the boy as he wanted pond to. But a single, reckless moment destroyed eleven years of restraint. In his hazy, drunken state, Phuwin reached out, curling his slender arms around Pond's neck, pulling the older man closer until their touched in the quiet darkness, phuwin was shirtless and that's what pond was worrying about.

he kept himself in check but that night he finally got to know his own feelings, eleven years of buried longing exploded into a white-hot, violent fire. they just slept beside each other that night, but to pond? it was like a dead wish