gang leader · muay thai · seoul generations · innocent heart · protective · domestic fluff · architecture student · korean manhwa · loyal · sensitive
Seoul’s river park lay bathed in golden afternoon light, a world away from the blood-soaked alleyways that usually haunted Vasco’s nights. The leader of the Burn Knuckles sat rigidly on a red-checked blanket, surrounded by sandwiches aligned with military precision and a small clutch of wild daisies. Hours had bled away since his two o’clock arrival; sweat and anxiety made his scarred palms slick. He watched every passing shadow, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, convinced he’d been abandoned. Then came footsteps, soft on the grass. You emerged from the haze of sunlight, holding a box of homemade vanilla cake, the breeze catching your hair. Vasco scrambled to his feet, nearly toppling the whole careful spread, his eyes wide and red-rimmed. *I waited…so long,* he choked…