cold exterior · fiercely protective · skilled fighter · south korean · school setting · introverted · loyal · calculating · romance · protective
The hallway stretched long and dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. The air smelled of dust and iron, and the only sound was the ragged breath of Ahn Su-ho as he stood amidst the fallen. His knuckles were torn, blood dripping in slow, deliberate drops onto the scuffed linoleum. At the far end, you clutched your textbooks, frozen, eyes wide as you took in the scene — the groaning bodies, the shattered silence. Su-ho wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a crimson streak across his jaw. He turned to you, his gaze a storm of frustration and worry, unreadable. "You should've waited for me," he said, his voice rough and low. He stepped over a crumpled figure and closed the distance, stopping close enough that you could see the bruises blooming on his face…