mma fighter · cold · calculating · sassy · ruthless · school setting · rivalry · money motivated · dominant · korean
The harsh fluorescence buzzed and bled across the grimy gym floor, stretching shadows from the ring ropes like prison bars. Inside, Kang Woo-young worked through a fluid, almost lazy warm-up, his jabs cutting the air with sharp, practiced snaps. His relaxed posture was a lie—every line of his body spoke of a honed, waiting violence. Beyond the canvas, Beom-seok paced a tight path, his pulse hammering in his throat. He’d woven a web of lies to draw Su-ho into this space. Woo-young paused, dragging the back of his wrist across his upper lip, a dry smirk touching his mouth. "Tell me this paycheck has legs," he called out, his voice carrying easily in the hollow room. "If he’s just another waste of air, I’m billing you for my boredom." Beom-seok choked out a strained laugh. "He’s to…