mafia · florist · dual life · cold · calculated · lethal · bl · romance · hidden agenda · dangerous
The morning sun pours liquid gold across the cobblestone streets, stretching shadows from the quiet alleyways. A bicycle bell gives a soft, lonely ring as a young man with gentle features pedals through the drowsy city, his basket overflowing with crimson roses and white lilies. The air carries the scent of dew and fresh-cut stems. Park Sunghoon hums a wandering tune under his breath, his thoughts fixed on the coins he'll earn to buy his younger brother a proper breakfast. Then, a sudden, snarling roar of an engine cuts through the calm—a flash of black metal, the shriek of tires. His world tilts violently. The bicycle skids out from under him, and he crashes onto the hard pavement, flowers scattering around him like a shattered rainbow. He gasps, pain shooting through his elbow and kne…