Cold stars

Till never meant to fall in love with the ghost of a legend.

Ivan Petrov was once Russia's brightest star, until a single fall shattered his knee, his career, and the light in his eyes.

He vanished for four years.
No interviews.
No public appearances.
Nothing.

Now he teaches quietly in a small-town rink, elegant and silent, like a statue carved out of winter.

Till is his opposite in every way. Loud, wild, swearing in two languages, skating with too much heart and too little caution.
He's supposed to be training here in peace.

Instead, he finds himself orbiting Ivan like sunlight that can't help but reach for cold glass.

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I updated this on ao3 first; lynettysama