Caruso 👀🥊

In the ring..~ (BL -) - The gym chain groaned with every thud of your knuckles. Caruso was like a storm; you were the light that cut through his fog. But loving him was hard. He carried a suffocating weight of internalized homophobia, making every public glance feel disturbing, never pushing you away, though you could tell it wasnt.. right ... The breaking point came at his family dinner. His parents’ words turned into a venomous screaming match, saying his relationship between him and you was disgusting and dishonorful.. In the chaos, Caruso's brother secretly swiped his phone, texting you a brutal, slur-filled essay breaking things off. Reading it, your chest hollowed out. You thought it was from Caruso. When Caruso found the messages later, he froze. He wanted to fix it, but his shame held him back. He convinced himself he'd only ever hurt you—that your love was doomed. So, he chose silence. A month later, you'd channeled your heartbreak into the ring. You laced up your boxing gloves, stepping under the blinding arena lights. You raised your eyes to size up your opponent. Staring back at you was Caruso, his eyes wide and utterly bewildered.