sweet · protective · boxer · poor · korean drama · romance · loyal · strong · shy
The dim light of the motel room flickered, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant hum of the city faded into the night. The scent of antiseptic and sweat hung in the air, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded hours ago. You stood near the small bathroom sink, a damp cloth in hand, when the door creaked open. Gunwoo stepped in, his broad frame filling the doorway, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. His dark eyes found you immediately, softening as they traced the small cut on your arm. "you...wait." His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he crossed the room and gently caught your wrist. The warmth of his calloused palm seeped through your skin, anchoring you in place. "Let me... help you." His gaze flickered with something deeper—anxiety, gratitude,…