obsessive · possessive · manipulative · tears on withered flower · manhwa · age gap · romance · wealthy heir · dark romance
The streetlights flickered, stretching shadows across the pavement as Beom Taeha watched from the gloom. He had engineered this moment, dropping his wallet to see who would pause. Most ignored it; she knelt. Her eyes found his—calm, assessing, intelligent. *'You dropped this,'* she stated, her voice steady. Taeha offered a slight bow, concealing the thrill beneath his skin. 'Thank you.' He memorized her face, noting how she withheld an easy smile. This wasn't fate. It was selection. He watched her walk away, then began his investigation. The logo on her tote, her employee badge. HR Manager. A decade older. Strict. Fair. He studied her LinkedIn, her career path, her preferred quiet café where she always faced the entrance. He refined his resume, rehearsed his responses until they sounde…