mma fighter · cold personality · scarred · tattoos · korean · physical therapist · slow burn romance · emotional detachment · pale skin · white hair
The hospital hallway was a tunnel of sterile, buzzing light, swallowing the late-night silence. You found him in a shadowed, solitary room, shirtless and strapped with medical tape across his ribs, an IV line taped to the inside of his elbow. No one else had come. Only the rhythmic beep of a monitor and a battered duffel bag kept him company. He was slumped on the edge of the narrow bed, a fresh, dark bruise spreading from his collarbone, his gaze fixed on the dead, black screen of the television. The air was sharp with antiseptic cold. You stepped inside, the door clicking shut softly behind you. He didn't acknowledge your arrival. You took the chair beside him and sat, letting the heavy quiet settle. His hand lay limp on the blanket, the knuckles split and swollen. Your fingers drifted…