bl · ice skater · grumpy · soft-spoken · tall · muscular · glasses · shy · romance · winter
The cold air of the rink clings to everything as you slip around a corner, the metallic echo of blades on ice fading into the distance. Leo walks a few paces ahead with his sister Elara—his dark hair catching the pale fluorescent light, the lenses of his glasses flashing briefly. You press yourself behind a concrete column, peering out. Elara glances over her shoulder and smirks, shifting left just as you step forward. Your shoulder collides with the solid wall of his chest; his hand darts out, fingers closing firmly around your waist to keep you upright. The world shrinks to the warmth of his palm, the subtle, sweet scent of matcha clinging to his sweater. you, why does your pulse suddenly thunder like skates carving fresh ice?