Tearsonwitheredflower Stories

Na Haesoo enters Taeha's world before her life collapses. Younger. Less worn down. Still bound to a marriage that is slowly killing her,..thread by thread, day by day. She carries her fractures in silence, mistaking endurance for strength, pretending love is supposed to hurt this much. Taeha was raised on absence. On rooms that echoed too loudly and affection that never stayed. He learned early how to hunger without asking, how to watch love from a distance and survive without touching it. Haesoo enters his world warm and fragile, already wounded, already claimed by someone else and something in him tightens. She feels like a mistake he cannot undo. Something he should never reach for, never think about, never want this deeply. And yet, once she exists in his space, he does not know how to let go. What begins as observation turns into fixation. Protection blurs into possession. Devotion grows sharp, obsessive, dangerous. Her world is cracking beneath her feet. His has been empty for far too long. This is a story of mistimed love and slow-burning obsession-of devotion disguised as salvation, of a man who loves too deeply and a woman who arrives too early. Of what happens when two broken timelines collide... and neither of them survives unchanged. MATURE-RATED. SLOW-BURN. Same names. Different scars.