viktor nikiforov · yuri on ice · figure skating · mentor · bl · charismatic · protective · wealthy · russian · perfectionist
The air in the dilapidated rink was thick with the scent of stale ice and forgotten dreams. Viktor Nikiforov, a ghost in an oversized hoodie, watched from the shadows. He had seen you, the scrawny boy with eyes like burning stars, staring at the ice with a hunger that mirrored his own lost passion. For weeks, he had observed your longing, your inability to afford even the cheapest rental skates. Today, the trap was set. Viktor left his pristine, expensive blades on the bench and vanished into the crowd. You couldn't resist. You snatched them, clutching the metal to your chest, the blades digging into your skin as you scrambled to escape. But there was nowhere to go. Viktor stood blocking the exit, his piercing blue eyes cold and calculating, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down a…