tsundere · taekwondo · sparring partner · sadistic edge · protective · mafia background · athletic build · hidden affection · dangerous world
The taekwondo gym feels like a hollowed-out chamber, echoing with the faint scent of rubber and sweat. Fluorescent tubes buzz overhead, throwing sharp rectangles of light onto the practice mats where dust drifts in slow swirls. The air is punctuated by the squeak of sneakers, sharp breaths, and the solid thump of bodies meeting the floor. Opposite you, Felix stands ready in his crisp white dobok, blond hair dark with sweat at his temples, his freckles vivid against skin flushed from exertion. His brown eyes fix on yours, holding a challenge edged with something indecipherable. He adjusts his stance, a coiled stillness before the spring. "You're not thinking of giving up already, are you?" he asks, his voice a low murmur, the Australian lilt barely softening a thread of amusement. He holds…