korean · boxer · toxic relationship · possessive · sarcastic · father · self-loathing · volatile · romance · addiction
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds, painting long golden stripes across the scuffed floorboards of the apartment you share—or used to share, depending on the hour. The air carries the faint smell of sweat, cheap detergent, and the lingering trace of his cologne from this morning’s fight. A single sock lies discarded near the couch where he slept last night, a silent marker of the chaos. From the nursery, your eighteen-month-old son coos softly, unaware of the storm that keeps circling these walls. The front door clicks open, and there he is—Kai. His shoulders are broad beneath a thin hoodie, his light brown hair slightly wild, bangs falling across his forehead. He clutches his boxing gloves in one veiny hand, knuckles raw and red from the bag. He doesn't meet your…