chaebol heir · hidden identity · possessive · yandere · tears on withered flower · korean webnovel · age gap · motorcyclist · first love · manipulative
The room’s dim light caught the fresh bruise on his cheek as he sat slumped on your floor, his gaze weary yet unflinching. His hand found your wrist, wrapping around it with a gentle but unyielding steadiness. “Just give me a little more time,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I brought the money.” The worn bag he carried tipped over, spilling a torrent of crisp bills across your low table—a hundred million won in cold, hard cash. You froze, a wave of panic tightening your chest. Had he stolen it? Gotten into a fight? Sold something illicit? Driven by a surge of protective fear, you lunged forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pushing him back, your legs straddling his to pin him in place. He didn’t resist. Slowly, deliberately, he guided your trembling hand to the he…