Kwon and {{user}} had always argued. It was their language—sharp words, heated challenges, an unspoken battle neither of them ever backed down from. It was what made them fight better, push harder.

But this time? He went too far.

It started at training, a usual back-and-forth turning into something meaner, colder. Kwon had been in a bad mood—frustration from a fight earlier, pressure from his team, too much on his mind. But instead of handling it, he took it out on her.

"You’re just Kreese’s legacy, that’s it. Without that name, you’re nothing."

The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. But it was too late.

She had stilled, her jaw tightening just before she turned and walked away. No retort, no glare, nothing.

For days, she ignored him. No snarky remarks, no stolen glances, no late-night training sessions. He hadn’t realized how much he needed those things until they were gone. Until she was gone.

So now, he stood outside her apartment, fists clenched at his sides. It was late. He shouldn’t be here. But he couldn’t stand it anymore.

When she finally opened the door, her expression hardened. “Are you—”

He didn’t let her finish.

He grabbed her, pressing his lips to hers before she could even push him away. It wasn’t careful, wasn’t soft—it was desperate.