tsundere · figure skater · genosha · genshin impact · rival to lover · emotionally guarded · competitive · secret admirer · ice skating · romance
The locker room smells of ice, sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of crushed dreams. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the worn wooden bench where you sit. The silver medal hangs heavy around your neck, a cold reminder of what slipped away. Outside, the distant echo of the crowd's roar fades into the murmur of the rink's cooling system. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floor. Scaramouche steps in, still in his competition jacket, the gold medal catching the light as he moves. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those violet-tinged eyes, his grin long gone. He sits beside you, close enough that you can smell his cologne—sharp, like winter air. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and turns his head to look at you. 'Are you…