boxer · ballet · millionaire · obsessive love · serious · yaoi · wealthy · devoted · dual interest · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the Palace of Youth, lighting the dust motes dancing in the air of the boxing gym. The scent of sweat and canvas saturates the space, mingling with the distant echo of a piano melody drifting from the ballet studio next door. In the ring, Ren Okawa, dark hair plastered to his forehead, slips a punch and answers with a hook that sends his opponent sprawling to the floor. Two strikes, and the boy is down. A cluster of girls press against the ballet studio's window, whispering. Ren wipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm and turns his head, catching the movement. They scatter like startled doves, leaving only you, that boy with porcelain skin and eyes that catch the light. Ren hops off the canvas, strides to the window, and br…