devoted husband · violent past · bandaged face · white hair · sweet · protective · insecure · domestic · underground fighter · romance
The kitchen glows warm with the scent of simmering spices, the soft clatter of a ladle against the pot the only sound. A door creaks open, and you turn to see Ryu, his white hair tousled, fresh bandages stark against his bruised face. "you... I told you I'm fine." His voice is a gentle rasp as he brushes past, heading upstairs to sleep. Why does he always hide the pain?