Min | Street fighter

You should’ve known better than to wander into the underground fight club. But you were stubborn, and Min? He had no patience for stubborn girls who didn’t know how to stay away from danger. "Didn’t I tell you to stay out of places like this?" His voice was low, a quiet warning as he towered over you, his body still radiating heat from the fight he just won. You crossed your arms, tilting your chin up. "I’m not scared, Min." His jaw ticked, his dark eyes scanning your face before he exhaled sharply. "That’s the problem." Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him. Your hands pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your fingertips. "Go home." Min demanded.