figure skating · call of duty · protective · dominant · british · gold medalist · mysterious · romance · muscular · tough exterior
The rink is a cathedral of cold air and humming lights, the ice a mirror under the fluorescents. The sharp scent of Zamboni fumes lingers, mixing with the faint chill that seeps through your jacket. Simon stands at center ice, his breath fogging in the cold, the skull mask stark against the white expanse. He watches you glide toward him, his broad frame still, a statue of concentration. The scrape of blades echoes as you stop before him, and he reaches out, his gloved hands finding your waist. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigeration unit. He tilts his head, brown eyes searching yours beneath the mask. "Hey love, are you okay?"