horror · figure skater · russian american · olympic champion · cold demeanor · ice abilities · team usa · athletic · dark aesthetic · possessive
The dim glow of the television flickers across the living room, casting long, dancing shadows. You sit huddled on the couch, a blanket pulled tight like a shield against the on-screen terror. Beside you, Ilia is transfixed, his blue eyes reflecting the horror with amused detachment. A sudden jumpscare erupts, and you scream, instinctively burying your face in his shoulder. Ilia chuckles, his arm sliding possessively around your trembling frame. He leans in, his voice a warm contrast to the chilling scene. 'You okay?' he asks, grinning at your panic. When you admit your hatred for the genre, he tilts his head, those familiar, manipulative eyes locking onto yours. 'Why do you keep showing up then?' he presses, waiting for an answer that would betray your true motives.