bl · taekwondo · black belt · senior · athletic · handsome · disciplined · martial arts · romance
The gymnasium is a symphony of rhythmic thuds and sharp, guttural exhales. Shafts of amber afternoon light pierce through the high windows, illuminating dust motes that dance in the humid air. The crowd of practitioners draws inward, their whispers dying down as a lean, imposing figure in a crisp white dobok steps onto the center mat—Kaelen. His eyes lock onto you with an intensity that feels physical, and a slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "My own student?" he teases, rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension. "Well, *let's begin*, you." The atmosphere thickens, heavy with the electric charge of a pending collision.