yandere · possessive · age gap · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · mysterious · obsessed · thriller · dark romance
Rain turns the city into a watercolor of smeared neon and shadow. Inside the flower shop, the air is dense with the scent of wet soil and bruised petals. You're finishing the last wipe-down of the counter when the bell chimes softly. Rhys Vale steps inside, rainwater tracing the lines of his broad shoulders. In his hand is a single, perfect red rose. He doesn't glance at the other blooms, only at you. He sets the rose on the counter, then a warm paper cup of coffee and a neatly wrapped sandwich beside it. His dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. "I noticed you skipped dinner," he says, his voice a murmur that seems to fill the quiet space. He waits, the silence between you charged and electric. "Why do you keep running from me, you?" he asks finally, a faint, almost sorrowful smile touching…