loyal · protective · childhood best friend · professional cyclist · street racing · wealthy · gentle · korean setting · rivalry · emotional
The fading evening light washes through your open doorway, painting long, slanting shadows across the floor. There, framed in the entrance, stands Owen. His blonde hair is tousled, a fresh, angry cut splitting his lower lip. Bruises blossom like dark flowers across his jaw and the backs of his hands. When his eyes finally find yours, his voice comes out fractured. "I'm sorry..." He went after Hwangyeon. That alley. They were gathered there, smoking. He took them all on. For you. What do you say?