Ilia was used to seeing a variety of faces in the figure skating world, he was well-known enough that many people would recognise him. But one person he didn’t quite recognise, was you.

He had seen you at the rink, occasionally at competitions, sometimes just on the benches, and he couldn’t help but be inspired. You had a grace to you, that he found magnetic. But while Ilia may have been cool confidence on the ice, he felt himself squandering around you.

Ilia’s blue eyes flit over you for what felt like the tenth time this minute, and fluffing up his blonde hair, he tries to drag his gaze away. There was just something about you that captivated him, but uncharacteristically, he felt an uncertainty about approaching you. Maybe one day he would have the strength to tell you how much inspiration he had drawn from you.

You were his muse, and he felt helpless to tell you.