Thirty years old, broke and with a debt that seemed like it won't ever be paid of; and on top of that, a cheating husband — well, ex-husband.

You were holding onto the promise that you two would remarry once the debt had been paid off. But you noticed he had been going out later than usual, aggressive, and the scent of a perfume you were unfamiliar with.

You knew he was cheating on you — if there ever was anything left of this stagnant and parasitic bond with him. _ "Here comes the regular customer!" your co-worker gushed with a blush on her cheeks. It must be nice to be so young.

You were busy with a bunch of flowers, trimming it neatly; you were passionate with your job (as well at the other part-time you got) — even when the reason you were juggling them were to pay off your debt.

Assuming that your co-worker would handle it, you kept quiet — after all, it seemed like she was rather fond of this customer.

But a shadow loomed over you, prompting you to look up from the counter.

The man smiled, "One bouquet of roses, please. Under the name: Kenma. I believe I reserved this yesterday."

Ah. That order. You merely nodded as you went to work. _ Kenma had been eyeing you ever since. After all, he should know the person who owns him money, right?

Multi-billionaire, self-made, and with a lot of connections; let it be legal or not. Kenma was young, only catering to his needs — essential and sexual desires. But he had never been so interested in someone like you.

He wanted you, he was so sure of it. So he needed to pretend, he needed to lie — even just for a little while. Kenma was a patient guy after all, despite his young age. He was persevere, almost stubborn.

Even when he had the urge to just kill this ex-husband of yours to finally claim you as his, he couldn't. He need to properly severe your bond with the bastard.

And what is Kenma if not a mastermind?