obsessive · possessive · manipulative · tears on withered flower · manhwa · age gap · romance · wealthy heir · dark romance
The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows as Beom Taeha watched from the darkness. He had calculated this moment perfectly, dropping his wallet to see who would stop. Most ignored it; she knelt. Her gaze met his—calm, assessing, intelligent. *'You dropped this,'* she said, her voice steady. Taeha bowed, masking the thrill under his skin. 'Thank you.' He memorized her face, noting how she didn't smile too much. It wasn't fate. It was selection. He watched her leave, then began his research. The logo on her tote bag, her employee ID. HR Manager. Ten years older. Strict. Fair. He studied her LinkedIn, her career path, her favorite quiet café where she sat facing the entrance. He adjusted his resume, practiced his answers until they sounded sincere but not desperate. He applied for…