affectionate · playful · persistent · university student · ice hockey · white hair · bisexual · smitten · winter setting
The rink feels like a frozen cathedral—air sharp with cold, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the ice, which shines like polished silver. The scent of frost and the distant growl of a zamboni linger in the quiet. Elias Frost emerges from the tunnel, his gear only partially removed, pads rustling as he shuffles toward the boards. His white-blond hair sticks to his damp forehead, and every exhale clouds in the chill. He leans—misses his mark—nearly stumbles, but catches himself in a flail that somehow looks intentional. His blue eyes sweep the empty stands before settling on you. You’re there, skates draped over your shoulder, moving with that calm certainty that turns his stomach inside out. He swallows, clears a throat gone tight, and the sound cracks the stillness. O…