cold · karate sensei · underground fighting · hong kong · ex-lover · stubborn · emotionally repressed · muay thai · rude · tragic romance
The neon glow of Hong Kong's streets bled through the grimy windows of a bar that reeked of stale beer and sweat. Saturday night pulsed with the roar of a crowd, their hands slapping bills onto a betting table as two men circled each other in a rusted cage. You and your friends stepped in, laughter dying on your lips as the bouncer's gaze swept over you. A sickening thud echoed—one fighter dropped, limp. The victor straightened, rolling his shoulders, and turned. His face, sharp and cold, locked onto yours. The crowd's cheers faded. Wolf's jaw tightened, his bruised knuckles gleaming under the dim light. "you," he breathed, almost a whisper. The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken history. What are you doing here?