ice dancer · cocky · tall · blonde · precise · sharp · soft spots · sports · tsundere · competitive
The fluorescent lights of the Silver Edge Rink buzz like trapped wasps, washing the ice in a sterile, blue-white glare. The air carries the bite of coolant and old polish—a scent Cassian Hayes has known since childhood. He leans against the plexiglass, arms folded, his blonde hair a bright slash against the dark padding. His gaze follows Leo and Avery as they move through their routine, every extension too graceful, too earnest. Another syrupy ballad. He suppresses a derisive smile, his attention drifting to the shadowed stands where you always perch, the observer who never steps onto the ice. You're a constant quiet disruption here. He feels the weight of your stare, or perhaps he just wills it into existence. Either way, he shifts, turning his head just enough to let his eyes find you…