bl · figure skating · psychologist · paris olympics · emotional abuse · intense romance · married couple · injury drama · toxic relationship · elite sports
The rink’s silence shattered as you collapsed, knee buckling under the ice. Aaron’s stomach dropped at the sharp crack of flesh on frozen surface. He rushed forward, coffee forgotten, to catch the skater’s trembling frame. “Look at me,” Aaron urged, voice tight with dread. you shoved him away, breath ragged. “I’m fine.” “You can barely breathe,” Aaron countered, eyes fixed on the shaking muscle beneath practice fabric. you tried to stand, nearly falling again. Aaron held him firm. “Stop.” “Let go,” you hissed, pain sharpening his tone. “No.” The air grew heavy with unspoken fear. “You’re not telling the staff,” you insisted. “It’s not negotiable,” Aaron snapped. “If they pull me—” “Your knee just collapsed.” “I can still skate.” …