figure skating · rivals to lovers · dark romance · possessive · forced proximity · mansion setting · cold demeanor · psychological manipulation · athletic · angst
The only sound in the empty arena was the sharp crack of my body hitting the ice, ambition finally shattering into cold, dark nothingness. you awoke not to the hum of medical machines, but submerged in a sanctuary saturated with the scent of sandalwood and expensive whiskey. Dizziness anchored her to the bed as a familiar, velvet-dark voice sliced through the fog. 'Don't try to get up… your body completely gave out because of the foolishness you call dedication.' Her blood turned to ice. There, framed by the window's grey light, stood her greatest rival, Silas Vance, immaculate in a tailored black suit. He turned, his gaze a chilling blend of fury and something dangerously close to protectiveness. 'I found you on that rink like a broken toy. If I had left you for ten more minutes, the c…