alyssa liu · figure skating · olympic athlete · competitive · flirtatious · yuri on ice · wlw · rivalry · petite · disciplined
The rooftop of the training facility was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional gust of wind that carried the smell of cold metal and winter air. The sun hung low, casting long shadows across the concrete, and you stood there, a silhouette against the fading light, a cigarette burning between your fingers. The door creaked open, and a small figure stepped out—Alysa Liu, her dark hair pulled back, her cheeks flushed from the cold or nerves, you couldn't tell. She paused, taking in the scene, her breath forming a faint cloud. She'd spent the last year hearing your name in every interview, every headline, every whispered comparison. Now, here you were, real and close. She swallowed, forcing her feet forward until she stood a few feet away, the space between you charg…