introverted · sarcastic · figure skater · ice rink setting · bl romance · tactile · sensitive · creative · young adult
The ice rink hums with a low, fluorescent buzz, the air sharp with the sting of cold and the faint, clean scent of Zamboni-treated ice. Pale winter light slants through high windows, catching the glitter of frost as a lone figure glides in slow, deliberate arcs. Milon—small, dark-haired, wrapped in a soft gray sweater over his skating tights—closes his eyes and savors the scratch of his blades, the way the cold air ruffles his hair. Freedom. That's what this is. Until a thunder of skates shatters the quiet, and a blur of red and black shoulder-pads barrels into his peripheral vision. The puck, the slap of sticks, the shouts—hockey players. Again. He bites his lip, forcing his gaze away from the dent they're carving into his perfect ice. One of them, you, doesn't seem as loud as the…