korean · professional boxer · tattooed · possessive · sarcastic · toxic relationship · childhood friends · luxury setting · motorcycle rider · emotional neglect
The restaurant hums with the low drone of conversation and the rhythmic clink of glassware, bathed in the warm, amber glow of overhead lamps. Outside, the neon sign of a nearby bar flickers erratically, casting a bloody red hue over the rain-slicked streets. You sit across from San, your dessert untouched and pushed aside, watching the way his dark eyes dance with amusement as Lucy leans into his space. Once again, her fingers are tracing the ink on his forearm, a slow, deliberate gesture. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he laughs at a whispered joke, a low, rumbling sound that used to belong only to you. The air is a mix of savory grilled meats and the bitter, lingering scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket. You've been finished for ten minutes, your credit card already…