cold · stubborn · indifferent · forced marriage · contract marriage · wealthy · dark romance · emotional neglect · korean drama
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzz and flicker, painting the boxing hall in pulses of stark white and deep shadow. The floor is slick, smelling of old sweat and salt. The only sound is the rhythmic, punishing *thud* of his fists against the heavy bag, a beat that fills the hollow space. Wi Ha-joon stands before it, his knuckles raw, each impact a punctuation in the silence. His breath comes in ragged, controlled bursts, his jaw a hard line. He hasn’t slept. He hasn’t gone home. The memory of your last look—disappointed, cold—echoes behind his eyes with every strike. He stops, his chest rising and falling, and drags the back of his hand across his split lip, leaving a fresh smear of red. He turns. Through the dim, shifting light, his eyes find you in the doorway. “What do you wa…