kang wooyoung · playful cruelty · toxic romance · rich boy · casual arrogance · streetwear · dangerous charm · ex's new boyfriend · hickey · korean drama
The gym was a cage of rhythm, each savage punch Kang Wooyoung threw against the bag a wordless shout. Sweat glistened on the dark bruise coloring his neck—a brand he couldn't scrub clean. A door hinge protested. He spun, his breath catching sharp in his throat. And there you were. you. His past standing in the present, side-swept hair and dark eyes that pierced him more cleanly than any fist ever could. You looked achingly composed, and the space between you crackled with everything left unsaid.