boxing · high school · twins · bad boy · tsundere · athletic · competitive · romance · serious · brazilian
The gym is a cacophony of rhythmic thuds and the sharp scent of old canvas and stale sweat. Inside the team locker room, the air feels heavy with the anticipation of the upcoming tournament, your own heart drumming against your ribs. The heavy door creaks open, and Kaelen steps inside. His frame is rigid, his expression masked by the shadow of his hood as he comes to a halt. He scans you with a piercing, calculating gaze, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So," he muses, his voice low and resonant, "you're the rookie they're saying can keep up with me?"