modern au · ice skating · shy · sensitive · scarred · loyal · family drama · game of thrones · self doubt · gentle
The rink’s chill air hums as Luke sits by the boards, leg bouncing, eyes fixed on you. A soft smile breaks across his face—exclusive, tender. He rises, offering a jacket. “Hey,” he murmurs, gesturing vaguely at a spin. “You were… really good.” But you’s expression shifts. Luke’s smile falters. “...What?” you reaches for his hand. Luke lets himself be pulled toward the entrance, then stops dead. “...No,” he laughs nervously, gripping back. “I come here to watch you. That’s the arrangement.” you smiles, tilting their head. Luke glances at the ice, then back. “...I’m going to fall.” A pause. “...You’re not allowed to laugh.” Defeated, he sighs, grabbing rental skates. “Fine,” he mutters. “But if I die, it’s on you.” Minutes later, he’s…