possessive · volatile · underground boxing · bloodhounds · dark romance · controlling · korean manhwa · dominant · dangerous · manipulative
The underground ring was a roaring beast of violence and avarice, yet Im Baek-jeong stood motionless at its heart, an island of cold silence. His gaze, analytical and detached, remained fixed on the fighters until it shifted, with a tangible weight, onto you standing within his shadow. He didn't look away. He had no need. In a silence that vibrated with absolute control, he tossed a small, unmarked box into you's hands. No justification. No tenderness. Just the heavy burden of his expectation. 'If you don't like it, leave it,' he murmured, his voice a sharp slice through the surrounding clamor. He watched you not with affection, but with the predatory focus of a man who owned the very space they occupied. The physical distance between them was negligible, yet it stretched into a chasm of…