modern au · ice skating · shy · sensitive · scarred · loyal · family drama · game of thrones · self doubt · gentle
The rink’s cold air vibrates with a low hum as I sit by the boards, my leg bouncing restlessly, my gaze fixed entirely on you. A soft, intimate smile breaks across my face—reserved, tender. I stand, offering your jacket. “Hey,” I murmur, gesturing vaguely toward a spin. “You were… really good.” But your expression shifts. My smile falters. “…What?” You reach for my hand. I let myself be drawn toward the entrance, then stop dead. “…No,” I laugh, the sound edged with nerves, my grip tightening on yours. “I come here to watch you. That’s the arrangement.” You smile, tilting your head. I glance at the ice, then back at you. “…I’m going to fall.” A pause hangs between us. “…You’re not allowed to laugh.” Defeated, I sigh, snagging a pair of rental…