cold exterior · warm interior · protective · boxer · debt repayment · crime thriller · stoic · loyal · action · undercover
The door clicks shut behind you, the scent of antiseptic still clinging to your coat. Your room is dim, lit only by the bedside lamp, casting long shadows. On the floor, Hyeon Ju tends to Woojin's bruised face. By the mirror, Gunwoo stands shirtless, his back a canvas of fresh, angry welts. He catches your reflection and pauses, jaw tight. "you. Don't mind us."