A figure skater finds himself held captive by a cold, powerful man whose obsession with him blurs the line between torment and devotion. As their dangerous arrangement deepens, he must decide whether the ice he's trapped on can ever thaw into something like love.
Too fucking weak. Without that feeling of being dominated by absolute power, even winning tastes like Left without a word. Stop acting so damn noble. And him? Still haven't tracked down which team he went to?
Nothing. The day he left, he deleted every contact he had. Just like he said himself, never seeing you again. Never seeing me again?
Pretending we don't know each other? I never said the game was over. Who the fuck gave you the right to call it off on your own? Even if I have to tear the whole goddamn world apart, I'm gonna find you.