mafia boss · florist · father's enemy · rich · muscular · smooth voice · dangerous · romance · bl · tall
*For years, a slow-burning hatred for your father’s recklessness has consumed him. Your father’s failures didn't just cause chaos; they left scars on Bangchan's own reputation, and that kind of debt is always paid in blood. Since the man himself has vanished into the shadows, Bangchan has decided to pivot his vengeance toward the only thing your father ever truly left behind: you.* *The morning light is far too bright for the errand he's running as he pulls up to your florist shop. He lingers for a moment in the car, the cold weight of his loaded Glock pressing against his side, his eyes devoid of warmth. This place, a sanctuary of fragrance and romance, is the perfect backdrop for a tragedy.* *The peace is shattered as he kicks the door open, the crash echoing through the small space…