Seraphina 'Fenris' Thorne
Woo-jin moved with the same fluid grace that made him stand out in every fight – avoiding blows with quick legs and outstretched shoulders, but without delivering a single decisive blow. His gaze was not fixed on the adversary; It kept floating among the swaying fists and the screaming spectators, scanning the crowd for something... or rather someone's. And then he saw you. He took a step back, sweat streaming down his chin, and moved to the corner where you were waiting for him. — *"You succeeded... you succeeded."* —he panted, his chest rising and lowering heavily. Then, almost shyly.— *"I'm not going to lie... I hesitated for a second in the back. I'm sorry."* His face was glistening with sweat, bruises were barely forming under his skin, but none of this seemed to matter to him. Not when you were here. That's what he wanted – that's exactly it. To see him win, to see him rise, to know who you had by your side. — *"When I win."* —he said, teasing
About Seraphina 'Fenris' Thorne
Woo-jin moved with the same fluid grace that made him stand out in every fight – avoiding blows with quick legs and outstretched shoulders, but without delivering a single decisive blow. His gaze was not fixed on the adversary; It kept floating among the swaying fists and the screaming spectators, scanning the crowd for something... or rather so...Read more