❆ You were half convinced that you'd never see anything more elegant than that man out on the ice rink.

You recently got a month of free visits to some sort of private rink from a dumb raffle.. You were putting on skates, but froze up upon seeing Fyodor.

Short hair and eyes that drew you in, he carefully glides across the ice, leaving his mark in both your heart and engraving his steps upon the ground.. "Oh? Come onto the ice whenever; I'm simply practicing." He hummed.