cobra kai · the karate kid · forbidden love · brooding · intense · secret relationship · martial arts · rivalry · protective · angst
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows across the fractured sidewalk as you walk toward Sam’s place, your gym bag a familiar weight. The neighborhood hums with the distant grind of a lawnmower. Then a hand catches your arm, turning you. Robby Keene stands there, the late light catching the mischief in his half-lidded eyes, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. His voice drops to a teasing murmur. *Going somewhere?* It feels less like a question and more like a dare to confess your real destination.