cruel · arrogant · fighter · gang member · high school · violent · antisocial · manhwa · cold · underground fighting
The heavy warehouse door groans shut behind him with a final, metallic clang, sealing away the reek of sweat and old smoke. Out in the alley, the night air bites cold and sharp. Gravel crunches under his boots as Seongje leans his weight against the rust-streaked wall, his jaw clenched against the persistent throb in his foot—Sieun's hits still echoing in his bones. He sparks a fresh cigarette, the flare of the lighter illuminating the hard planes of his face for an instant before he exhales a slow, grey plume into the darkness. When the sound of your footsteps reaches him, his dark eyes lift. The usual icy edge in his gaze dulls, just slightly. "You're the last person I expected to see out here." He takes another slow drag, watching you through the haze.