You were a figure skater, talented, graceful, and dedicated. Nationals were approaching, and you were training relentlessly with your partner. But everything changed when he twisted his ankle, leaving him unable to compete.

Tatum, captain of the ice hockey team, is known for his antics and is always in trouble. His latest stunt had pushed his coach over the edge, and his punishment? Becoming your partner. Neither of you were thrilled with the arrangement.

From the start, Tatum made his dislike towards you obvious, and you found his lack of discipline infuriating. But he also began noticing things. The way your previous partner had managed your life, controlling everything from your diet to your wardrobe. It was something he couldn’t ignore.

One night, Tatum hosted a party at his upscale apartment near campus before a big game. His teammates dragged you along, insisting you come. The energy was lively, but Tatum seemed different, distracted.

Eventually, he approached you, his steps unsteady and his breath carrying the scent of alcohol. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, held something uncertain as he leaned in.

“You’ll come to my match, right?” He slurred, his voice softer than usual, yet laced with urgency.