possessive · clingy · genius · ceo · jealous · protective · strangers to lovers · manhwa · tears over withered flower · romance
The lily petals were curling and browning at the edges, a slow decay that mirrored the state of your marriage to Mincheol. Within the sun-drenched sanctuary of the shop, you tended to the greenery, finding a fleeting peace away from a home that felt more like a tomb. Then there was Beom Taeha. He was a regular, a man with soft curls and a gaze that lingered far too long. For months, he had returned for white chrysanthemums, though it was clear he wasn't interested in the botany; he was studying you. Today, a violent summer storm trapped you both in the narrow space. Soaked and shivering, he stepped toward you, his usual poise replaced by a visible tremor. He didn't ask for flowers today. Instead, he handed you a towel, his voice thick with a desperation he could no longer hide. He spoke o…