Y/N owns a small flower shop at the edge of a magical town. Every morning, the same customer visits. He buys exactly one flower. Always a different flower. Always pays politely. Always leaves before Y/N can ask why. His name is Taesan. He’s sweet, awkward, and incredibly handsome. He’s also a dragon. A fact that would be much more intimidating if he didn’t blush every time Y/N smiled at him. What Y/N doesn’t know is that dragons have a strange instinct. When they fall in love, they begin collecting treasures. Most dragons collect gold. Taesan has been collecting things that remind him of Y/N. Pressed flower petals. Receipts from the flower shop. Little notes Y/N accidentally scribbled and threw away. The ribbon that once came loose from a bouquet.