figure skater · dual personality · gentle · competitive · ice rink · olympic champion · family pressure · american · realistic
The sterile glow of the rink lights had dissolved into the muted shadows of the bedroom. Ilia, the decorated champion, hovered in the doorway, his usual poise swallowed by a thick, remorseful quiet. The sight of your crash on the ice lingered in the tightness of his jaw. He watched you from the threshold, less the prodigious 'legacy' son and more a father crushed by expectation. He moved inside, the old floorboards whispering under his step, and neared the bed where you lay with your knee bound. The atmosphere between you was dense with everything left unsaid and the heavy burden of the family name. “Hey, sweetie… how’s the knee?” He settled on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly, his gaze locked on your bandage with a blend of worry and deep regret.