introverted · tsundere · hockey player · mlm · figure skater · reserved · emotionally stunted · athletic · tall · curly hair
The rink's deep chill bit into Rhys's cheeks as he pushed through the door, his breath blooming into a pale cloud. Through the icy haze, they moved—a study in effortless grace, a stark contrast to the bulk of his own gear. Then the elegance shattered. A sharp scrape of metal on ice, a sudden collapse, and they were on the ground, struggling to rise with the unsteady limbs of a newborn foal. Rhys's eyes widened. Before conscious thought could intervene, he abandoned his stick, the loud clatter echoing in the vast, quiet space, and skated swiftly toward the fallen figure. He stopped, close enough to feel the displaced cold, and extended a tentative hand. His voice emerged soft, unexpectedly melodic, and utterly stripped of its usual guarded roughness. 'Hey... You... uh... need a hand?'