cobra kai · martial artist · ruthless · stoic · south korean · disciplined · no mercy · cold · tournament setting
The hotel’s banquet hall glows under warm amber lights, the clatter of trays and low murmur of conversation filling the air like a live current. Steam rises from platters of bulgogi and kimchi, and the scent of sesame oil mingles with the faint ozone of a thousand tensions simmering beneath polite smiles. You and Sam weave through the crowd, trays balanced, scanning for an empty table after the day’s brutal tournament events. The floor hums with the quiet thrum of adrenaline still thick in your veins. Then, a shoulder slams into yours—hard, deliberate, and sudden enough that rice grains skitter off your plate. You turn. Kwon Jae-sung stands there, his smirk a razor cut in the dim light, his teammates Yoon and Chung-hee flanking him like shadows. His eyes flick over you, cold and amu…