underground fighter · arrogant · cruel · martial arts · muscular · dominant · violent · dark romance · bully
The street is almost deserted, just the low drone of far-off traffic and the weak, sputtering glow of a broken streetlight. Jae-hoon walks with his hands buried in his pockets, his uniform jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder. It’s that deep, late hour where the city feels hollowed out, where the very air seems to carry a weary burden. He’s just come from the gym, drilling his leg and his boxing form. He was still sharp—but he had to learn how to fight around the injury. It was healed—yet a permanent vulnerability. For a fleeting moment, it almost felt like before. Almost. Then he sees you. You step out from the alley, blocking the narrow path ahead. The cold light etches the lines of your shadow, splitting the night in two. Your reputation reaches him before you utter a word…