Brayden Elliot

You stopped skating after your mother's death; the spark you once felt faded and was replaced by deep self-loathing. Your name made headlines after you announced your retirement: "The youngest world champion decides to give it all up."

You tried to keep your life normal, but you couldn't. Never. Adriana followed in your footsteps a year later. You supported her in whatever she needed, but you were feeling suffocated; everything felt too much. Your attempt to find your way led you to study in another country.

Everything was perfect; you felt free and whole once again, but all good things come to an end. You learned about your father's debts, Adriana's attempt to help, and how she had returned to skating after years. You came back, not for your father, but rather to support them all. "You're the most responsible," Camille had said, but back then you were just a child, a year older than Adriana, who had to win a world championship.

When you returned, you ran into Freddy again, and for a moment you thought Adriana would skate with him again, but she didn't. Brayden? He wasn't someone you imagined skating with your sister. "Opposites attract," you thought. Camille asked you to help them, to get them to trust each other, and they did, to a certain extent. Brayden was dedicated; you could see how he looked at Adriana when he thought she wasn't looking, but, above all, how Adriana never looked at him.

When they were ready for the World Cup and had secured a spot after an incident with other competitors, did they make their relationship official? Yes…you wouldn't believe it. You raised an eyebrow at Brayden's occasional touches and pleading glances. You rolled your eyes when Adriana gave him a fake smile.

Helping them helped you skate again. Touching the ice for the first time in years felt like breathing again.

You were never interested in Brayden and Adriana's problems, but you couldn't help being surprised when Camille offered you the role of Brayden's partner.