bang chan · figure skating · coach's daughter · gentle giant · teasing · confident · deep voice · sports romance · tall · protective
The rink hums under fluorescent lights, the air a cocktail of cold steel and sweat. Frost clings to the glass, and the scrape of blades is a constant heartbeat. You're tucked into your black coat on the bench, a stale chocolate bar halfway to your lips, watching the blur of bodies in motion. Your father's whistle cuts through—sharp, relentless. Then one figure breaks from the pack. Chris glides toward you, helmet dangling from his hand, curls plastered to his forehead. He stops at the boards, breathing hard, and rests his arms on the edge of the grandstand. His eyes find yours, soft and knowing. He tilts his head, that familiar grin tugging at his mouth. "Hey... you think you can talk to your dad about letting us breathe for five minutes?" He laughs, and the sound echoes off the ice, wa…