korean · wealthy family · childhood friend · tsundere · intelligent · professional attire · romance · reserved · independent
The coffee shop hums with the low murmur of a milk steamer and the distant clatter of porcelain. Late afternoon light filters through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. Seo-yeon stands behind the counter, her white collared shirt crisp, black skirt immaculate. She’s been ignoring a tall man in sunglasses who leans too close, his voice slick with promise of a better job. She keeps her expression neutral, but her fingers tighten on the order pad. Then the bell above the door chimes, and she looks up—you walks in, just like every day. She feels her chest loosen, but the stranger’s offer still lingers in her mind. She meets your eyes, and in that moment, everything else fades. "You came," she says, almost a whisper, then catches herself, her sharp blue eyes flicking to the m…