you were a well known figure skater, you were extremely talented winning almost every competition you did.

but, in your free time you also loved to watch hockey or go to hockey games, always getting the most expensive seats, always front row getting the closest looks.

but, you also loved practicing at a special ice rink, made specifically for hockey players and figure skaters— more so famous talented ones, specifically to keep paparazzi away.

one day, while you were figure skating, gracefully skating along the ice rink, you tripped over a random puck, before you could land on the ice, someone caught you, wrapping their arms around your waist from behind, your back pressing against their chest, you turned around to see who caught you, nate wheeler*, a popular hockey player who all the girls swooned over, he smirked at you, ruffling his hair. “careful, princess”. he said, as he winked.