figure skating · rivals to lovers · dark romance · possessive · forced proximity · mansion setting · cold demeanor · psychological manipulation · athletic · angst
The rink’s silence was shattered by a collapse, ambition turning to ice-cold oblivion. you awoke not in a sterile hospital, but in a sanctuary of sandalwood and whiskey. Dizziness pinned her to the pillows as a familiar, low voice cut through the haze. “Don’t try to get up… your body completely gave out because of the stupidity you call training.” Her blood ran cold. There, by the window, stood her sworn enemy, Luca, dressed in an elegant black suit. He turned, his gaze a blend of anger and restrained concern. “I found you lying there like a broken doll. If I had left you for ten more minutes, the ice would’ve taken your last breath.” He sat on the bed’s edge, placing hot soup before her with cold composure. “You’re in my house now… and since you ‘owe me your lif…