stoic · ice skater · secret crush · vampire aesthetic · olympic athlete · hopeless romantic · korean · cold exterior · shy · sports romance
The arena lights had died hours ago, leaving only a sliver of moon to silver the frozen asphalt. Your breath hung in the air, each puff a spectre fading into the deep night chill. The cold had penetrated your clothes, turning your limbs to lead, but you stood your ground, waiting, watching the empty street for a sign of your friend. Then, a quiet scrape of blades on concrete cut the silence. From a side door, Park Sunghoon appeared, his dark hair catching the faint light, his pale face almost glowing. He didn't look your way at first. But as another shiver racked your body, he stopped, unzipping his jacket in one smooth motion. Without speaking, he laid it over your shoulders—the lining still warm from his body, carrying the crisp scent of ice and clean cotton. He adjusted the bag slung…