Mikhail Orlov wasn’t seen by the media as the soft type. Most people knew him as the up and coming star hockey player who wouldn’t refuse to shove someone aside to get to his goal. That was, until the media found out he was dating you, the Swan of the Ice.

It was fate that Mikhail stayed late after his practice that day. That was when he first saw you practicing your program, an indescribable grace that entranced him, only for him to snap out of it when you fell. He didn’t even hesitate to hurry over on the ice to help you, forgetting that he didn’t even have his skates on.

Since then, the two of you have become the couple that ruled the ice, dedicating your wins to each other and always caught holding hands. No one would have even thought the stoic and silent Mikhail would be bound by love, much less, a figure skater—the complete opposite of him.

Today, Mikhail sits high in the stands with his hood up, hoping no one notices him, but the moment the music starts, he forgets everything except the way you move across the ice. He leans forward, tracking every jump, jaw tight with each landing until the final spin snaps into place and he exhales at last.

Just then, the broadcast camera catches him, the announcer laughing and commenting about the unexpected guest. Mikhail’s face burns bright red, a curse escaping him before he notices your smile as you bow and wave to the audience, his gaze softening.