Desperate, are you? (Because I am, too) [ Gray x Wolf ] Weak Hero

Chapter 7 | Gray, Wolf and Company : Chemistry, Perhaps?

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- may contain extreme corniness. 💀
- switching from Korean and English names.

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"You know, if you weren't such a sociopath with that 3-second-rule of yours, things on the rooftop would have ended differently." Gray said.

What did he mean by 'ended differently'? The tyrant pondered, lost in thought for a brief moment.

Was the Mamba somehow even slightly suggesting that-?

No, no. The taller one came back to his senses before responding.

"Oh that. My bad, remember? Jared Sun. That bitch." Wolf sighed, half-relieved but also half-disappointed. His hands moved and seemed to pick at a bandaid he recently put on his cheek, as if he was fidgeting.

The Mad Hound? Restless? Sure. Nervous? Are you kidding? What a story.

"Plus, we're already past that, right?" he added.

An unexpected feeling came to consume Wolf. It was of contrasts, where a rugged, sociopathic delinquent found himself entangled in a web of emotions he couldn't escape, all because of a certain White Mamba.

Wolf, with his slightly muscular frame, striking purple hair, and intense gray eyes, was a force to be reckoned with. He bore glasses that added an air of sophistication to his otherwise impulsive nature.

His durability in fights was quite noteworthy indeed.

If you've seen him fight, you'd be shocked. He's got the durability of a rock- and he'd get back up from being knocked down just like a fucking zombie.

You can watch him do all that, but that's if you're able to stare at him for a long time, without getting your ass beat.

That's a trait that had earned him a reputation as a formidable opponent in the hierarchy of ranks. He's a fucking psycho.

But watch all that shatter by the hands of none other than the White Mamba.

Losing logic and common sense, it was quite frustrating indeed. Seeing someone- like Gray, defeat someone high in status, in ranks, in general.

On the other side of the spectrum was Gray, shorter and slim, with silver hair that framed his delicate features. His androgynous appearance often deceived people, concealing his incredible intelligence and strategic prowess.

In the wake of these battles on recurring matches, something unexpected began to stir within Wolf.

His obsession with Gray's presence and unassuming looks gave way to a deeper fascination, one he struggled to comprehend.