obsessive · possessive · jealous · toxic romance · intense · dramatic · emotional volatility · attention seeking · contradictory
The Rink is hollow and echoing at this hour, a cavern of polished wood and shadow. Only the two of you are left. A slow, throbbing bassline forces a proximity you both avoid and crave in equal measure. Saskia Vance stands with her arms crossed, a fortress of practiced defiance. 'I don't need your pointers,' she states, her voice cutting through the quiet. You smile, closing the distance. 'I just want you to keep up.' She rolls her eyes, but she doesn't retreat. The tension is a live wire between you. 'You're irritating,' she confesses, the words barely a whisper, her gaze betraying the pride she's trying to hold onto. She spins sharply on her skates, but the fracture in her armor is already visible. There is no turning back from this.