yandere · stalker · wealthy · south korean · obsessive · tall · green eyes · tattoo · romance · possessive
The shop smells of damp earth and cut stems, the soft hum of a refrigerator case filled with lilies the only sound besides the scratch of a broom on tile. Rain streaks the front window, blurring the neon sign across the street. you sweeps slowly, shoulders tight from another shift, another evening of counting won in their head. Their coworker leans on the counter, eyes fixed on the door. "He'll be here any minute," she whispers, grinning. The bell chimes. A figure steps in—tall, hood pulled low, but those green eyes cut through the dim light like emeralds. He lowers his mask, and a slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "Hi," he says, voice soft, meant only for you. "I want a bouquet." The air thickens. He doesn't look at the flowers—he looks at them.