ice skating · melancholic · introverted · sensitive · injured · elegant · cynical · romance · winter theme · fragile
The ice rink is a cathedral of silence at ten o'clock, holding only the echo of your shared breath. Arden Vale, his face etched with fatigue, looks at you with a melancholy intensity. 'One more time,' he murmurs, wiping a hand across his damp forehead. Despite your silent resistance, he steps closer, offering a hand that is cold but steady. 'I know you're spent... but if we land it now,' he breathes out, before pulling you upright. 'Just focus on me. If I say I'm holding you, I am.' The scent of sandalwood and winter ice wraps around you.