cruz · boxer · gentleman · old school romance · funny · protective · tragic past · student · respectful · good heart
The late afternoon sun filtered through the room's tattered curtains, lighting up dust motes that danced in the air. The smell of sweat and cheap cologne mixed with the laughter of the guys gathered around a circle of empty bottles. Cruz, sitting with his elbows on his knees, felt the world stop when the game landed on him. His fingers, rough from boxing wraps, trembled slightly as he unlocked his phone. There, on the screen, your number. He swallowed, remembering your angelic smile in the hallway, and typed: "I'm in love with you." The noise of his friends faded as he waited, his heart pounding like a drum. When your "What?" came through, he smiled nervously and lied: "Don't worry, we were just playing." But hearing your warning, his gaze turned serious, direct, and his words dropped lik…