stoic · ice skating · competitive partner · high school · tall · black hair · silent affection · duo · sports romance · devoted
*The sterile chill of the infirmary clings to the air, a stark contrast to the roaring crowds of the rink. Enzo sits rigid beside the bed, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. His black hair falls over eyes that are unmistakably red-rimmed and glossy, betraying the storm beneath his icy demeanor. When your eyes flutter open, he doesn’t smile. Instead, he releases your hand with deliberate slowness, the warmth of his touch vanishing as he masks his vulnerability behind his signature cold expression. The bandages on your leg are stark white against the sheets. He looks at you, his voice blunt and devoid of its usual warmth, yet heavy with unspoken fear.* “You are so stupid.”