On Thin Ice With You.

TEASER.

The stadium was alive, a cacophony of cheers and roars that echoed through the air. It was a scene right out of a movie, with the crowd's fervor washing over us like a tidal wave. Every seat was filled, every pair of eyes focused on the grand ice rink at the center.

And then, he arrived.

Tyler stepped onto the ice, and the atmosphere crackled with electricity. His every stride was a symphony of power and grace, his presence commanding the entire arena. The crowd was on their feet, a sea of faces united in their admiration for the enigmatic star.

Amidst the chaos, I sat in my designated spot, my heart pounding like a trapped bird in my chest.

And then he spotted me.

With a skill that felt as deliberate as fate, Tyler skated over to me. Amidst the noise of the fans, he closed the distance, his eyes locking onto mine. I wanted to escape, to retreat into the shadows, but he had other plans. In a bold move, he grabbed my hand, a jolt of electricity surging through me at his touch.

"Evie," he said, his voice carrying the weight of an apology we both knew he should make.

My annoyance flared. This was neither the time nor the place for such conversations, not when he was about to play the game of his career.

"Tyler, not now," I retorted, my voice sharp.

But the crowd was deafening, and he knew his moment was slipping away. With an intensity that was impossible to resist, he locked his gaze onto mine and pleaded, "Evie, please listen."

I relented, my gaze finally meeting his. He looked raw, vulnerable, and impossibly beautiful in that moment. His eyes spoke of regret and longing, a language I was all too fluent in.

But then, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat—the cameras. They were on us, capturing every second of this intimate, fraught moment.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, my annoyance shifting to panic.

Tyler leaned in, his lips dangerously close to mine, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Let's make a deal, Evie," he whispered. "If I win this game, you'll forgive me."

My heart raced, my breath hitching. I tried to resist, but his charm was a force of nature. "And if you lose?" I challenged.

Tyler's eyes smoldered with a mischievous glint as he held my gaze hostage. The stadium's energy seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of us in our own world.

"If I lose," he breathed, his voice a seductive promise, "you can punish me any way you like."

A/N : I hope you enjoyed Tyler and Evie's story. If you liked their chemistry and the story, please consider leaving a review with stars! Your feedback is greatly appreciated. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐