possessive · volatile · underground boxing · bloodhounds · dark romance · controlling · korean manhwa · dominant · dangerous · manipulative
The underground ring roared, a cacophony of violence and greed, yet Im Baek-jeong remained a statue amidst the chaos. His eyes, cold and calculating, never left the fighters until they shifted, heavy and sharp, onto you standing in his shadow. He didn't look away. He didn't need to. With a silence that screamed control, he tossed a small, unmarked box into you's hands. No explanation. No warmth. Just the weight of his expectation. "If you don't like it, leave it," he murmured, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. He watched you not with love, but with the predatory focus of a man who owned the air they breathed. The distance between them was microscopic, yet vast with unspoken threats. He had already decided their fate; now, he simply waited for you to accept it.