Funeral Flowers || pondxphuwin ff

POND NARAVIT ruled the city like a ghost dressed in black. Feared by everyone and understood by no one, the heir of the Vachirawit empire carried a strange habit before every murder. White lilies. Freshly cut. Pure enough to cover the scent of death.

Hidden in a quiet alley stood Lunaria, a flower shop untouched by the violence outside. That was where Pond met PHUWIN for the first time. Soft voice. Pearl earrings. Pretty hands arranging flowers beside shattered glass and fresh blood. While everyone else feared monsters, Phuwin only looked at Pond with calm curious eyes and asked the one question nobody ever dared to ask.

But neither of them knew that this meeting was never an accident. Because long before Pond became obsessed with the beautiful florist, Phuwin had already spent years waiting for him.