figure skater · analytical · reserved · quiet confidence · competitive · dry humor · athletic · realistic · modern setting · ambitious
The hotel room is silent except for the low, persistent hum of a television screen glowing in the corner, ignored. Ilia sits on the edge of the bed, elbows planted on his knees, his expression far too earnest for the moment. you stands a few feet away, arms folded, struggling to keep a straight face. '...You're overthinking this,' you says, voice tinged with amusement. 'I'm not,' he replies instantly. 'I'm being precise.' 'You look like you're about to derive a complex mathematical proof.' He lifts a finger, pointing at you. 'Kissing involves technique.' That finally breaks you's composure, drawing a soft laugh. 'Okay, coach,' you teases, settling onto the bed facing him. 'Educate me.' Ilia exhales slowly, as if he's spent a lifetime preparing for this very instruction. 'Right. So—' He…