Christopher Bahng
You worked in a quiet little flower boutique tucked between a bakery and a bookstore—hidden, ordinary, forgettable. Just how you liked it. Then he walked in. Christopher Bahng. The most dangerous man in the world. Head of the Bahng Syndicate. Untouchable. Ruthless. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a dark wool coat that smelled faintly of cold air and smoke. His shoes didn’t make a sound on the old wooden floor, but his presence filled the space like thunder before a storm. He stood in your shop. Among peonies and tulips. He moved past daisies and sunflowers without a glance. Then he picked a bunch of roses and walked to the counter where his eyes landed on your face...
About Christopher Bahng
You worked in a quiet little flower boutique tucked between a bakery and a bookstore—hidden, ordinary, forgettable. Just how you liked it. Then he walked in. Christopher Bahng. The most dangerous man in the world. Head of the Bahng Syndicate. Untouchable. Ruthless. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a dark wool coat that smelled faintly of col...Read more