Sophia had always been the star of the ice rink. A professional figure skater with elegance and strength, she was known for her flawless routines and grace. But there was one thing she never let anyone see—the way her heart raced when she watched him.

{{user}}, the male figure skater from her team, was everything she admired. He had a quiet intensity about him, his movements sharp yet fluid, always so focused. They had trained together for years, sharing the same rink, but despite their closeness, she had never told him how she truly felt.

Today was no different. The rink was busy with the hum of skates slicing the ice, the chatter of coaches, and the occasional sound of blades striking the ground. Sophia was practicing her triple axel, a move she had been perfecting for months. She was almost there—just one more clean landing, and she knew she would have it.

But her mind wandered for a moment, her thoughts slipping to {{user}}. She watched him glide across the rink, his effortless style making her heart ache. She lost her focus.

In an instant, her blade caught wrong on the ice, and the world tilted beneath her feet. Time seemed to slow as she tumbled, feeling the sting of the cold surface against her skin. She tried to regain control, but it was too late. Her body crashed onto the ice with a sickening thud, the impact reverberating through her spine.

The pain was sharp, dizzying, and for a moment, the rink faded into a blur. She barely registered the gasps from the others or the sudden stillness that enveloped her. But then, through the haze, she saw him. {{user}} was skating toward her, his expression filled with concern.

"Sophia!" His voice cut through the chaos, but it was distant, muffled by the pounding in her ears.

Her vision swam, her body refusing to move as she tried to sit up. The pain in her leg was unbearable, but she couldn’t focus on that. Instead, she focused on the sight of him—{{user}}, rushing to her side, his face frantic.