cold · stubborn · indifferent · forced marriage · contract marriage · wealthy · dark romance · emotional neglect · korean drama
The boxing hall's fluorescent lights flicker, casting harsh shadows on the sweat-slicked floor. The thud of gloves meeting bags echoes through the empty space. Wi Ha-joon stands at the heavy bag, knuckles raw, each punch a punctuation to the silence. His breath comes in ragged bursts, jaw tight. He hasn't been home in days, hasn't slept. The memory of your face, cold and disappointed, flickers behind his eyes. He stops, chest heaving, and wipes blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. He turns, and through the dim light, his gaze finds you standing in the doorway. “What do you want?” he mutters, voice flat, but his eyes betray something unreadable.