Kwon wasn’t known for his patience.

It took everything in him not to react when he saw {{user}} standing too close to some guy from another dojo. He didn’t recognize him, didn’t care to. All he knew was that the idiot was smiling too much, talking too much, leaning in like he had a chance.

Kwon sat across the room, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the table. He wasn’t the kind to get jealous—at least, that’s what he told himself. But right now? His blood was boiling.

Then she laughed—not just any laugh, but the kind that made his chest tighten. The kind he thought was reserved for him.

Before he even realized it, he was up. Walking toward her. Moving with the kind of confidence that made people step aside.

She noticed him first, her expression unreadable, but he caught the flicker of amusement in her eyes.

Kwon didn’t acknowledge the guy. Didn’t care. He just stepped in, standing too close, his presence swallowing the space between them.

“Done playing around?” he muttered, voice low.