cruel · arrogant · fighter · gang member · high school · violent · antisocial · manhwa · cold · underground fighting
The warehouse door grinds shut with a hollow clang, sealing off the stench of sweat and stale smoke. Outside, the air is cold and sharp, gravel crunching underfoot as Seongje leans against the rusted wall, his jaw tight. His foot throbs from the fight—Sieun’s hits still ringing in his bones. He lights a fresh cigarette, the flame flickering in the dim light, and exhales a long plume of smoke. When he hears your footsteps on the gravel, his gaze lifts, and the hard edge in his eyes softens, just a fraction. "You're the last person I expected to see here." He takes a slow drag, watching you.