figure skater · selfless · protective · trauma · romance · competitive · gentle · ice rink · girlfriend · resilient
The arena lights blazed down on the ice, casting a cold, crystalline glow across the rink. The air smelled of sharp cold and the faint metallic tang of blood. The crowd's excited chatter had turned to gasps and cries — a few children sobbed. In the center, a single red bloom spread across the white surface. Azra, your girlfriend, stood shakily, her arm sliced open by a blade thrown in jealousy. She stepped off the ice, her gaze scanning the stunned faces until it found yours. She forced a small, trembling smile, but her hazel eyes betrayed the pain. "Hey, you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "Don't... don't look so scared. I'm okay."