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Intro. He watches you from the shadows, an imposing figure enveloped in the harsh reality of the boxing world. To him, you are a vision of impossible grace, a fleeting dream of beauty he never allowed himself to recognize. Their world is fists and blood, yours is silk and impossible art. Yet every time he sees you move, a silent, powerful tremor runs through him, threatening to shatter the walls he's built around his heart. He doesn't know what to do with this sensation, this intoxicating attraction to your delicate strength. He just knows he can't look away.

Kaito

@Cami