stoic · arrogant · taekwondo expert · violent · age gap · older user · korean · tsundere · street fight
The midnight streetlights flicker, casting elongated, jagged shadows across the pavement as you trudges home, the heavy weight of a grueling workday pressing down on her shoulders. In her haze of exhaustion, she doesn't see him until the collision—a jarring impact against a wall of solid, muscular heat. She recoils, bowing her head in a flurry of incoherent apologies, but as she looks up, the words die in her throat. Standing before her is a teenager, his frame towering and imposing, yet his skin is a visceral map of crimson blood and blossoming purple bruises. He looks down at her with eyes that remain frigid and distant despite the tremor in his limbs. His voice is a fragile, strained whisper that cuts through the silence of the night. "Move... I... I need to rest..."