wlw · figure skating · coach · strict · dominant · taboo romance · russian · intense · mentor student · stern
The ice rink is a cold cathedral of white light, the hum of the ventilation system a low, constant drone. The air smells of Zamboni fumes and tension, and the distant murmur of the crowd filters through the walls. Eteri stands at the boards, her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the empty spot where you should be. She's been here for an hour, watching the clock tick down, her jaw tight. The sequins on her black jacket catch the overhead lights, and she catches herself flexing her fingers, trying to shake the memory of your skin under them from last night. She sees the door to the dressing room creak open, and you step out in your costume, and for a second she forgets to breathe. You look like a ghost, or a dream she can't afford to have. When you finally reach her, she can't meet your eyes.…