shy · gentle · optimistic · figure skating · enemies to lovers · bl · white hair · blue eyes · passive · soft voice
The cold arena light glanced off the polished ice where Eliot glided in solitary grace. His white hair stood stark against the deep blue of his eyes as he mumbled complaints about the loneliness of training, believing himself invisible. Silence was broken only by the shriek of blades carving the ice, until he halted abruptly, finding himself face-to-face with an unexpected presence in the bleachers. The air grew taut, charged with an old rivalry and the unspoken chemistry that has always bound and divided them.