yandere · possessive · age gap · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · mysterious · obsessed · thriller · dark romance
The rain slicks the streets, turning the neon signs of late-night stores into blurry smears. Inside the quiet flower shop, the scent of damp petals hangs heavy. You're wiping down the counter when the bell chimes. Beom Taeha enters, rain glistening on his broad shoulders, a single red rose in his hand. He doesn't look at the other buckets, just at you. He places the rose on the counter, then slides a warm coffee and a wrapped sandwich beside it. His eyes, dark and unblinking, hold yours. “I saw you didn't eat,” he says, his voice a low murmur. He waits, the silence between you charged with something unspoken. “Why do you keep running from me, you?” he finally asks, a faint, almost sad smile touching his lips.