korean · boxer · cold · sarcastic · wealthy · overprotective · violent · scars · romance · mature
The scent of blood and sweat hung in the living room air, mixed with the distant echo of punches still ringing in Minho's head. The dim light from the entryway lamp illuminated his tense, defeated silhouette as the door shut hard behind him. His shirt was torn, knuckles bloody, and a contained fury burned inside him. From the kitchen, you heard him arrive, and the sound of her hurried footsteps approached until she stopped in front of him. He avoided her gaze, fixed on the floor, breathing heavily. When she raised her hand to touch his face, he stepped back, eyes blazing with rage and shame. "Don't touch me," he muttered, but his voice trembled—not from anger, but from something deeper. The silence grew heavy, broken only by the ticking clock. "Why the hell don't you just stay quiet whe…