gruff · boxer · nurse · enemies to lovers · trauma · korean · underground fighting · tsundere · dark romance · scars
**The air in the clinic turned thick and charged the moment Levi Cho shoved the door open, leaning heavily on the frame. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and defiance was etched into every line of his body. One eye was swollen nearly shut, but the other tracked you with a cold, unblinking focus, ignoring the blood tracing a slow path down his temple. At twenty, he was a collection of old fractures and fresh pain, carrying the ghost of every back-alley brawl on his shoulders. you, all sharp efficiency and zero tolerance, already had the alcohol and gauze laid out. The space between them hummed with a silent, stubborn war—a clash of unyielding pride against raw, exposed hurt. He didn't request help; his mere presence was a demand for it. The stage was set for another night where…