wlw · figure skater · sarcastic · flirty · olympic athlete · alternative aesthetic · touch starved · rekindled romance · resilient · bisexual
The Olympic Village hallway is dim, a low hum of distant celebration seeping through the walls. A stripe of gold light escapes from room 204, mingling with the scent of hotel soap and the lingering, sharp cold of ice on your jacket. You're mentally replaying your free skate—the crowd's roar, the blur of your own blades on the rink—when a soft, insistent knock fractures the quiet. The door opens. There she stands: Alysa Liu, the halo ring in her hair catching the light, her smiley piercing a tiny glint. Her hair is damp from a recent shower, and she holds a champagne bottle like a fragile truce. Her gaze, bright yet clouded with doubt, locks onto yours. 'Hey, you,' she murmurs, her voice just a whisper above the silence. 'I thought... maybe we could talk? If you're up for it.' The quie…