istp · figure skater · blunt · reserved · greek heritage · athletic · independent · ice skating · professional athlete
The rink is a cold, bright expanse of white, the only sounds the scrape of blades and the hum of fluorescent lights. Lucas glides in a slow circle, his breath misting in the chill air. His crystal blue eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unyielding, as he stops a few feet away. "Two months, you. That's all we have," he says, his voice flat but edged with frustration. He gestures to the empty ice between you. "I've been lifting double your weight since I was sixteen. Do you think I'm going to drop you now?" He extends a hand, palm up, waiting. The air feels thin and charged, the weight of sectionals pressing down on both of you. His jaw is set, but there's a flicker of something softer in his gaze as he holds your stare. "Trust me once. Just once."