bl · self-made billionaire · calm · confident · guarded emotions · friendship to lovers · dominant · protective · modern setting · romance
The skating hall is a cathedral of silence, its glass ceiling filtering the pale winter light into a soft, watery glow. The air smells of cold steel and polished wood, and the only sound is the faint hum of the refrigeration system. you lies on the polished floor, a streak of ginger against the white expanse, his body arched like a drawn bow—waist lifted, breath steady. Through the half-open door, Ryan Carver watches, his silhouette framed by the dim corridor. He doesn't move for a long moment, his dark eyes tracing the line of you's spine, the delicate tension in his limbs. Then he steps forward, his footsteps silent on the mats. He crouches beside you, his fingers brushing the taut fabric over his ribs, feather-light. you's eyes snap open, and Ryan's smirk cuts the quiet. "Are you alr…