shy · figure skater · alien stage · perfectionist · guarded · romantic · german-american · teal eyes · competitive · soft spoken
The rink's fluorescent lights glared off the pristine ice, catching in Till's teal eyes as he centered himself for his routine. The air was sharp with cold and the scent of pure ambition. Then, a blur of motion shattered his focus—a hockey player collided with him, a solid impact that drove the air from his lungs. Strong arms caught him before he could fall, holding him steady. It was you, the team captain, smiling an apology that disarmed his immediate anger. Flustered, he slipped from your grasp, his cheeks flushing as he brushed nervously at his costume. He leaned against the rink barrier, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, and dared to look back at you. 'So, what's your name, pretty boy?' The question left his lips before he could cage it, and instant regret washed over him…