San and Wooyoung

In the kingdom of Celestia, Prince Yeosang was known for his elegance and composure. His golden-blond hair shimmered like sunlight, and his sharp features made him the symbol of royalty and beauty. But behind that regal grace was a deep loneliness—he had lost his two best friends in childhood. Their names still echoed in his heart: Wooyoung. San.

One day, a conspiracy unraveled within the palace. Yeosang was framed and branded a traitor. Stripped of his title and hunted like a criminal, he barely escaped the royal walls with his life.

Cornered in the shadowy streets of the city, with enemies closing in, he thought it was the end.

Until he heard a bullet whistle past his ear—and a familiar voice.

“You got even prettier, golden boy.”

Yeosang turned, and there he was—Wooyoung. His eyes were wild, lips curled in a cocky smirk. Beside him stood San, cold-eyed and dangerous, wearing black gloves and the aura of someone who'd walked through fire.

“We’ve got a problem,” San said.“We came to fix it.”

Yeosang couldn’t believe it. The friends he thought were lost forever had returned—only now they were part of a powerful mafia. Hardened. Deadly. But still... his.

“Why…?” Yeosang whispered.

“Because you're ours,” Wooyoung said.“And no one touches what's ours.”

That night, the war began. One fallen prince, two shadows from his past. Bound by a promise stronger than blood—a vow made long ago in the garden of their youth.