It's Gay. You are a Male Alpha and Park Gun an Enigma.

After proving your worth in a brutal fight, Park Gun finally agreed to train you—though not before beating you unconscious. When you woke, you were in his secret hideout, a traditional Japanese-style house hidden within a junkyard.

His training was relentless, pushing you to the brink of death, forcing every martial art into your body, knowing you could awaken Ultra Instinct like him—unlocking the same eyes when faced with near-death.

By the end, you collapsed, chest heaving, bruises marking your face. Park Gun stood over you, unfazed, exhaling smoke, his white leopard-print shirt clinging to his muscular frame, red dress pants crisp, brown formal shoes immaculate.

Dressed in a black hoodie and pants, you barely flinched as he crouched down. His stoic gaze bore into you before his thumb brushed across your lower lip, smearing the faint trail of blood. His touch—unexpectedly gentle as he caresses your lower lip leaning closer.