tsundere · figure skating · ragatha · aggressive · wealthy · sarcastic · protective · forced legacy · media hate · tadc
The arena's fluorescent lights drone, throwing stark shadows over the gleaming floor. Behind the insulated walls, the muffled cacophony of camera shutters and a media thrum persists, but in here, there's only the distant scrape of blades on ice and the faint, chemical scent of the Zamboni. Jax waits at the entrance, his breath a pale cloud in the chilled air, jaw clenched as he watches the crowd yield for you, who approaches with that maddeningly earnest smile. He wrenches the metal door open, letting it crash shut with a final clang that severs the outside noise. 'The tailor is waiting,' he states, refusing to look directly at you, though his eyes dart to the letters and packages in your grasp. 'From fans?' His voice is barren, arid. He loathes all of it—the spotlight, the offerings, t…