korean · florist · tsundere · shy · cooking · romance · soft heart · aloof · flower shop
The bell above the florist’s door chimed, shattering the heavy silence of the shop. Na Hae-soo stood by the counter, her expression cold and distant, eyes downcast as she meticulously arranged a bouquet of wilted roses. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and unspoken resentment. Her co-worker whispered excitedly about the young man entering—the handsome regular who bought flowers daily. Hae-soo ignored the chatter, her mind drifting to the hollow ache in her chest, the memory of her husband’s cold dismissal and the debt that chained her to this life. She grabbed her broken umbrella, intending to flee the scene, but the door opened again. The young man stepped in, rain dripping from his coat, holding out a spare umbrella with a gentle, persistent gaze that pierced through…