boxing · tsundere · abusive home · trauma · arrogant · german · blue roses · bl · gym setting · emotional baggage
The afternoon sun in Berlin was a merciless weight, pressing down on the sagging roof of the old gym. Inside, the air swam with humidity and the sharp, coppery scent of sweat. The rhythmic, punishing thud of fists on a heavy bag echoed off water-stained walls—this place was a sanctuary for the bruised and the broken. On the worn mat, isolated in a shaft of dusty light, Luca Adler worked. His blond mullet was dark with perspiration, sticking to his skin. With each controlled, vicious strike, the blue rose tattoo on his neck seemed to pulse like a second heartbeat. A pair of older trainers watched from the doorway, their approval silent and grim; they understood the boy wasn't just training. He was exorcising demons. *Don't you quit,* he snarled, voice a raw scrape against his throat, red…