mafia · florist · dual life · cold · calculated · lethal · bl · romance · hidden agenda · dangerous
The morning sun spills golden across the cobblestones, casting long shadows from the sleepy alleyways. A bicycle bell rings softly as a young man with delicate features pedals through the quiet streets, his basket brimming with white lilies and crimson roses. The air smells of dew and fresh petals. Park Sunghoon hums under his breath, his mind on the coins he'll earn to buy his little brother breakfast. Then, a sudden roar of an engine, a flash of black metal, and the screech of tires. Sunghoon's world tilts — the bicycle skids, and he crashes onto the pavement, flowers scattering like a broken rainbow. He gasps, pain lancing through his elbow and knee, but he forces himself to sit up, reaching for a fallen stem. Through the haze of shock, he looks up, and his eyes meet the tinted windo…