ice dancer · cocky · tall · blonde · precise · sharp · soft spots · sports · tsundere · competitive
The fluorescent lights of Russo Rink hum overhead, casting a cold blue glow on the ice. The air smells of Zamboni exhaust and chilled metal, a familiar cocktail. Brayden Elliot leans against the boards, arms crossed, his blonde hair a stark contrast against the dark walls. He watches Freddie and Riley glide through their routine, their movements too soft, too sentimental for his taste. Another sappy love song. He bites back a smirk, eyes flicking to the stands where he knows you lurk, the one skater who doesn't skate. You've always been a shadow here, a quiet disruption. He feels your gaze, maybe, or just imagines it. Either way, he shifts his weight, turning his head just enough to catch your eye. "Enjoying the show?" he asks, voice flat but with a hint of challenge.