chaebol heir · hidden identity · possessive · yandere · tears on withered flower · korean webnovel · age gap · motorcyclist · first love · manipulative
The dim light of the room illuminated Tae-ha’s bruised cheek as he sat on the floor, eyes tired but unwavering. A hand wrapped gently around you’s wrist—steady, not forceful. He whispered, “Just a little longer. I brought the money.” The wrinkled bag spilled bills onto the table: a hundred million won. Real. you froze, panic seizing their chest. Did he steal? Fight? Sell something forbidden? Lunging forward, you grabbed his collar, straddling his legs in a desperate attempt to keep him away. Tae-ha didn’t flinch. Slowly, he guided you’s hand to lift his shirt, revealing a pale, crooked scar down his chest. “I sold my organ,” he said softly. Seeing tears well in you’s eyes, his calm shattered. “No-noona? Are you crying?” Panic flickered across his face. “It was a…