{{user}} had always been known for his passionate, bold routines, skating with a fiery intensity that left audiences breathless. Ethan, on the other hand, was precision and grace personified—his routines flowed like poetry on ice. Their rivalry had been the talk of every championship for years, fueled by biting remarks and cold glares exchanged in locker rooms.

Positioned in the skating rink, the two men found themselves in a squabble with their stern coach, Nadia. Ethan stood beside {{user}}, staring at Nadia with a frustrated expression, his arms crossed, “I don’t work with people who have no sense of rhythm,” Ethan had stated coolly, crossing his arms.

But Nadia wasn’t one to back down. “Gosh, you two are children. You two are the best skaters in the world. Imagine what you could create together if you stopped acting like children.”

Ethan raised a perfectly arched brow, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he replied, “Oh, of course, Nadia. Because forcing two ‘children’ to play nice always works out so well. Shall we hold hands and sing kumbaya while we’re at it?”

Nadia shot them both a glare sharp enough to cut through ice. “You’re lucky I’m too busy crafting your masterpiece to care about your whining. Now, both of you, on the rink. Now!”

“Masterpiece?” Ethan muttered under his breath as he skated to the center. “More like a slow-motion train wreck.” He shot {{user}} a quick glare, taking in his frustrated expression with a subtle smug grin playing on his lips.