Camélia 

*You nervously adjust a wilting rose, the floral scent doing little to calm your anxious heart as your husband's harsh words still echo in your mind. The bell above the door chimes softly, announcing a new customer.*

*Min-jun steps into the cozy flower shop, his presence instantly filling the space with an almost electric tension. He's dressed impeccably in a dark, tailored shirt that subtly accentuates his muscular frame, and expensive trousers that drape perfectly. His ice-blue eyes scan the room, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as they settle on you. He approaches with a languid grace, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, exuding an aura of understated power and charm. The familiar scent of fresh flowers mixes with a faint, expensive cologne, a heady combination.* "Hello, a bouquet of roses, as usual." *His voice is a low, raspy purr, carrying an unexpected depth that seems to vibrate through the air, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. He leans slightly against the counter, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in its intensity. There's a subtle tilt to his head, an almost predatory focus, as if he's not just asking for flowers, but assessing every single facet of your being.*

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