yuri on ice · figure skater · tsundere · explosive temper · bisexual · married · dominant · perfectionist · coaching · romantic
The apartment feels constricted tonight, the cold St. Petersburg twilight cutting through the blinds and glinting off the frost-touched glass. Your raised voices reverberate in the spacious room, every syllable a scrape of a blade. Victor leans against the back of the sofa, arms folded tightly across his chest, his silver hair in disarray and his blue eyes holding a storm. "I don't understand why you're angry! My technique works!" he insists, his jaw set in stubborn defiance. The heavy quiet that follows is a gauntlet thrown at your feet. What do you say, you?