sweet · protective · boxer · poor · korean drama · romance · loyal · strong · shy
The motel room's dim bulb flickered weakly, stretching distorted shadows across the scuffed floorboards. The distant city's murmur had dulled to a faint, nocturnal hum. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the lingering musk of sweat, a ghost of the evening's violence. You stood by the small, stained sink, a damp cloth pressed to your forearm, when the door groaned open. Gun-woo filled the doorway, his shoulders broad against the weak light, a fresh purple bruise darkening the line of his jaw. His dark eyes found you instantly, softening as they fixed on the shallow cut marring your skin. "you...wait." His voice was a low murmur, barely above the silence, as he crossed the room and his calloused, warm hand closed gently around your wrist. The heat of his touch seeped…