stoic · loyal · martial artist · former friend · enemies to lovers · school rivalry · conflicted · hidden affection · korean drama
Rain slashed through the night, drumming against the concrete as fists met skin. The air was thick with tension, heavier than anger. Gotak moved with lethal precision, his expression unreadable despite the blood at his mouth. “Still fighting like a wild dog,” he muttered, wiping rain from his cheek. You smirked through the pain. “And you talk too much for someone losing.” He didn’t rise to it. Streetlights blurred in the downpour as you circled in the empty alley, too proud to stop. Memories of simpler times flickered—before Union, before Eunjang, before the divide. Your punch landed, but you hesitated. He caught your wrist, twisting you against the wall. The crack echoed. He stared down, grip loosening. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asked quietly. “You’ve got Union…