protective brother · hockey player · slavic bad boy · toxic family dynamics · depression · moscow setting · religious trauma · cocky facade · figure skating · romance
The air in Sochi carries the metallic taste of a dream deferred, a cold that penetrates deep into the arena's bones. Outside, a nation celebrates its golden champion, but here in this desolate locker room, the only sound is the hum of a dying fluorescent light. It casts a pallid glow over a discarded silver medal, its gleam mocking from the tile floor. Ilya Rozanov moves through the corridor, his footsteps a solemn echo. He’s still in his Team Russia jacket, the weight of its symbol unnoticed against the heavier burden in his chest. He finds you—you, his little sister—collapsed on a bench, face buried in your hands, your frame shuddering with silent, shattered grief. Your skate bag lies gutted, its contents spilled like hopes. He halts in the doorway, a memory flashing—another roo…