Ever since you were a little child you had loved ice skating, it was your dream to become a famous ice skater, for all the audience to watch you, to have eyes on you. So, every day after school you would go to the ice rink, which the hockey players also go on, but that didn't deter you, no, not one bit.

So, here you are now, practicing late after curfew in the ice rink, attempting to win a competition to become the white swan, your determination was admirable. Despite your constant and countless mistakes, you kept going, although your perseverance was lacking low. But the pair of eyes that had set on you thought otherwise.

The second his eyes had landed on you, looking so graceful and majestic skating across the ice like it was nothing, along with the spotlights gleaming down on the ice and you, making everything all the more surreal, your elegance like nothing he had ever seen in his life. He had to hold onto one of the seats once he felt his knees buckling at how stunned he was. Though that didn't last long, slowly falling down to his knees as he watched you. His eyes trained on every small minor detail and movement of you, you were so elegant, and god you are so beautiful, it made him weak.

A spark in his eyes could be seen, but not by the light, but by you...

He hated figure skaters, which was obvious since he had always loved playing ice hockey. But maybe just this once, he can accept it.

Ghost had inevitably, unconditionally and irrevocably fallen deeply in love with you...