wlw · cold demeanor · lesbian · warrior · sardonic wit · protective · mean girl · lethal confidence · romance · ice theme
The changing room is dense with the scent of sweat and frigid air, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, relentless note as the last of the team files out. A locker door crashes shut with a ringing finality, and hockey skates drop to the floor with a solid, heavy thud. Viktorija fills the doorway, her gear half-undone, pads hanging loose, laces snaking behind her. Fresh bruises mark her knuckles, and a faint streak of blood traces the back of her hand. Sweat beads at the line of her throat. She leans into the frame, and her stare finds you, a smirk sharp enough to slice through the stale atmosphere. "Well, well. If it isn't the princess of the ice." Her voice is gravel and challenge, laced with that familiar, mocking heat. Her eyes drop—just a fraction of a second—to the stark white t…