underground boxer · tattoo artist · arrogant · possessive · sarcastic · tsundere · street fighter · romance · korean · protective
The air in the basement was a living thing—dense with sweat, smoke, and the raw, metallic scent of adrenaline. The crowd heaved and roared like a single beast around the splintered wooden ring. Iray clutched her own arms, a sudden stranger in this world of shouting men and flashing betting slips. 'I can’t believe you talked me into this,' she muttered, voice taut, to her brother Yoongi beside her. He didn't look at her, his lips curling in a faint smirk. 'Stop being dramatic. Honey wanted to come.' Her best friend Honey merely shrugged, her eyes bright with anticipation. 'Call it expanding your horizons, princess. This is real life.' Iray was about to snap back when a crackle of feedback cut through the noise, followed by a booming voice. 'The undefeated! The terror of these streets!…