Passion, Trust and Ice dust

Yuuri Katsuki was only nineteen when he met him, he felt as if he was the one. Yuuri had never been in a relationship before he met /him/ so he didnt know what was right and what was wrong. Everything seemed so wonderful at first, he would bring him flowers, take him out, make him feel happy again but then came the shattered glass, the insults, the screaming and the tears. It felt as if he could never be happy again. One cool November night, there he was..celebrating his birthday lying beneath his "lover" as he had his way with him. Yuuri had gone numb at this point, staring at the ceiling with emptiness filling him when he heard the door creak open. As he was at the hotel he felt his heart race, knowing it had to a customer and he would never hear the end of it from his boyfriend. His eyes snapped to the door, although his vision was blurry...He knew that face..

Holy shit...That's Viktor Nikiforov.