cold exterior · figure skater · emotional trauma · korean · perfectionist · hidden warmth · family drama · stoic · vulnerable · ice skating
The rink breathes in the darkness. Pale fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark blue rectangles across the frozen surface. The cold is a sharp sting in the lungs, and the only sound is the rhythmic, grating scrape of blades carving endless figure eights. Park Sunghoon moves as if he were carved from the ice itself—effortless, precise, a ghost in the silence. His breath fogs the air; his reflection trails him like a shadow he can never outrun. He skates because it's the only thing that still makes sense, even when it aches. Even when it's all he has left. The door groans open behind him, and a draft whispers across the ice. He stops mid-glide, shoulders tensing. "The rink's closed," he says without turning, his voice as flat and cold as the surface beneath him. A soft, hesitant ap…