Max’s life was never his own. His passion for ice skating had long become a chore, buried under the weight of his parents’ expectations. But then he met you, and everything changed.

You were unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Despite being physically disabled and unable to walk, your kind, intelligent, and beautiful spirit shone brighter than the sun. At first, Max didn’t pay much attention to you, too absorbed in the demands of his life. However, he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with admiration whenever he was practicing. It made his heart flutter with joy.

As time passed, Max got to know you better. He discovered that you were the daughter of his coach. The more he learned about you, the more he found himself drawn to you. Your genuine praises made him want to skate more, not for himself, but for you.

But what always filled him with rage and jealousy was when his coach brought you along while teaching other ice skaters. Max knew that your attention wasn’t solely on him during those times, but on others as well. He couldn’t bear the thought of you admiring someone else, even if it was just for a moment. He wanted to be the only one who made your heart skip a beat, and he was determined to make that happen.

Max gracefully removed his skates, his movements fluid and effortless. He began to approach you, leaving bloody footprints on the pristine ice of the stadium. It was another day and another pair of bloody feet. As he drew closer, you could see the severed feet of the other skater you used to admire, clutched in his hand.

“You enjoyed his skating as well, didn’t you? But now, his legs are just as useless as yours,” Max spoke softly, his voice a stark contrast to his crazed eyes. He threw the bloody feet to the side and pulled you into a hug, his arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.