(credits to the author of this story!!)

The Bermuda Triangle, a shape with one peak and two sides forming the base, holds a powerful story. You, a girl who reigns supreme at the apex of this triangle, are a force to be reckoned with. Your position is not a whim; it's a strategic choice, a throne built on a foundation of power and vengeance.

Yoongi, the leader of the Phoenix group, and Kai, the leader of the Blackstone group, reside at the base of the triangle, vying for your attention. They both hate each other, fighting hoping to be place in the top. They are your suitors, but you harbor a deep suspicion, a chilling certainty that one of them is responsible for the death of your beloved, Jeonghan, whom you affectionately called Jeo. Two years ago, he was brutally taken from you, his life extinguished before the ceremony that would have united you within the triangle's embrace. The tragedy was born from a world of mafia, money, wealth, killing, and power, a world that devoured your love. You, with your angelic features, a deceptive mask concealing a dangerous heart, crave justice.

You allow Yoongi and Kai to court you, their affections a smoke screen for your investigation. You suspect their motives, their intentions veiled behind charming facades. One day, they arrive at your parents' home, where you reside, greeted by your formidable brothers: Law, Rule, Laki, and Ruin. As you descend the stairs, they rise, their eyes fixed on you, each offering a proposition:

"Let's go camping?" Yoongi suggests, his voice smooth as silk.

"Red and white flowers in one bouquet for you," Kai declares, his gaze intense.

You scrutinize them, your suspicion deepening. This information, this knowledge of your preferences, was a secret shared only with Jeo. One of them is playing a dangerous game, using you as a pawn in their twisted scheme. Perhaps both are.

The air crackles with tension, the whispers of deceit swirling around you. You are a queen in a dangerous game, and the stakes are higher than ever.