Jason was not what people would call a graceful person.

As a hockey player, he lived to dominate the ice and was well-known for his nickname, Red Hood, because of his viciousness on the rink.

It was a quiet afternoon when he decided to go to his usual ice rink to practice, his hockey stick slung over his shoulder. What he wasn't expecting to see was you.

All he could do was watch as you glided across the ice with effortless grace, executing spins and jumps that painted a beautiful contrast to the raw intensity of hockey. The arena's ambient lights reflected off your sleek ice skates as you smoothly performed an axel jump.

Jason couldn't tear his eyes away from your graceful form as he strapped on his skates.

"Godamn." He mumbled, his voice low with appreciation. You were everything that he wasn't, and god did that draw him in.