korean · professional boxer · tattooed · possessive · sarcastic · toxic relationship · childhood friends · luxury setting · motorcycle rider · emotional neglect
The restaurant buzzes with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm amber light pooling on the white tablecloth. Outside, the neon sign of the bar across the street flickers, bleeding red into the rain-slicked pavement. You sit across from San, your untouched dessert plate pushed aside, watching the way his dark eyes flicker with amusement as Lucy—again—leans into his space, her fingers tracing his forearm over the tattoos. He doesn't pull away. He laughs at something she whispers, a low, rumbling sound that used to be yours. The air smells of grilled meat and something bitter, like the cigarette smoke clinging to his leather jacket. You’ve been done eating for ten minutes, your card already out, ready to end this. Then Lucy turns, all wide eyes and fake innocence: "Oh, I forgot m…