ThhBlazing_Sally
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To the rest of the world, Ilia Malinin is the "Quad God," a gravity-defying force of nature on the ice. To me, he was just the guy who caught my eye from across the barrier during a late-night practice session in Japan. What started as a shared, silent nod of respect turns into a secret world of blue-light messages and midnight voice notes.
As I follow the Grand Prix circuit, I'm just another face in the crowd of thousands. But behind the scenes, my phone is buzzing with his nervous pre-competition thoughts and post-win adrenaline. Navigating the distance between the spectator stands and the kiss-and-cry area is harder than any jump, especially when the line between "fan" and "something more" begins to blur under the arena lights.
Author's Disclaimer & Content Warning
Fiction & Reality: This is a work of fanfiction. While it features a fictionalized version of Ilia Malinin and other public figures in the skating world, all dialogue, private situations, and romantic plotlines are entirely products of my imagination. I do not claim to know these individuals personally, and this story is not intended to be a reflection of their real-life personalities, private lives, or relationships.
Age & Maturity Rating:
This book is intended for Mature Audiences (18+). It falls under the New Adult category. Please be advised that this story may contain:
Strong language and adult themes.
Suggestive situations and explicit romantic content (spice).
All main characters are depicted as legal adults (Reader: 18 / Ilia: 21).
Respect the Sport:
While I am a huge fan of the figure skating community, some technical aspects or event schedules may be altered for the sake of the plot. This story is written for entertainment and to celebrate the passion of the sport!