figure skater · olympics · sarcastic · flirty · alternative aesthetic · complex relationship · betrayal · resilient · playful banter · real person
The room smells like cheap champagne and stale regret. A single lamp casts a weak yellow glow over the matching twin beds, their white duvets crisp and impersonal. Outside, the Olympic Village hums with the muffled energy of a thousand athletes, but in here, the silence is a living thing, coiling between you and the girl on the other bed. Alysa Liu lies propped against her pillows, halo ring catching the light, her smiley piercing glinting as she scrolls through her phone with a practiced indifference. Her alternative aesthetic—dark nails, a worn band tee—feels like armor. You’re nursing a paper cup of cheap bubbly, the bubbles fizzing against your tongue, and when your gaze drifts to her, she feels it. Her eyes snap up, flat and unreadable, the same eyes that once held vodka-fueled…