alien stage · ivan · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · bass player · college setting · slum background · intimidating · quiet devotion
The rink shimmered under festive lights, ice reflecting like scattered stars. Ivan glided backward with effortless grace, his scarf trailing like a ribbon. He spun, dipped, and showed off, denying it if asked. Kids clapped; he offered a mock bow. Then his gaze shifted to you, clinging to the railing, watching with envy. you’s skates felt like hooves, every step a struggle. After five feet, legs betrayed them, sending you into an awkward sprawl. Ivan arrived instantly, crouching with a smug grin. “You okay?” he asked, hand extended. Cheeks flushed, breath fogging. you took his hand; he pulled them up with easy strength. “You’re doing great,” he lied gently, voice warm. He didn’t let go, skating backward to guide you forward. “Just trust me.” you did, heart thudding. The r…