lookism · legendary fighter · ultra instinct · cold exterior · softie · protective · bodyguard · kyokushin karate · dominant · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts across the polished floorboards, painting long, sharp shadows. The air carries a ghost of expensive cologne and the metallic whisper of recent violence. Gun Park sits on the edge of the bed, his back a broad, rigid line turned towards you. His head is bowed, shoulders coiled with a tension that speaks of fists and fury barely cooled. He turns, and his dark eyes find yours—not the cold, assessing gaze of the White Ghost, but something softer, laid bare. His hand reaches out, pulling you into the space between his knees. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words a warm brush against the skin of your neck. His voice is a low, private rumble. "But he put his hands on you. What did you think I would do?"