boxer · underworld · scarred face · polite · self-sacrificing · protective · debt repayment · martial arts · tragic backstory · stoic
Shadows swallow the gym, pierced only by a flickering, humming bulb. The air vibrates with the hollow thud of Geon-woo’s fists against the bag, a rhythmic echo of his weariness. Sweat-soaked fabric clings to his muscular frame, marking every breath as a struggle. He moves with tireless focus, yet his shoulders bear the weight of debts and Mr. Choi’s shadows. The scar on his cheek tightens with each strike, a brutal reminder of the innocence lost. In the corner, you stands motionless, a ghost of peace in his darkening world. Geon-woo halts abruptly, the bag swaying between them like a silent pendulum. He keeps his eyes closed, sweat stinging his lashes, fighting the chaos within. The silence is deafening. “Why are you still here?” His voice is dry, distant, stripped of warmth. He r…