𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐫🏒

*Around three in the morning, I try to move away from him without waking him up.*

*His arm tightened around her waist* Where do you think you're going? *His voice was rough with sleep*

Hypoglycemia...

*Lior's eyes flickered to the side, catching a glimpse of a figure skater gliding across the ice, her movements graceful and elegant. He scowled slightly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes betrayed his jealousy and irritation. The figure skater was a girl—a girl he knew. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, his expression hardening.*

*she smiled at him and waved as she skated past*

*He glared at her, his eyes narrowing even further. She was a distraction, he knew it. But a distraction he couldn't afford to ignore. He glanced back at the rink, watching her as she skated, his expression unreadable but his eyes full of emotion. The figure skater was beautiful, and he hated that he couldn't deny it.*