Connor

A young figure skater with a bright future has been captivating audiences for years. Your performances are full of passion, grace, and technique. You're accustomed to applause and the title of a rising star. But there's one heart burning with hatred—Connor, your coach's son.

You're the same age, started out together, shared training and dreams. For you, the ice is a canvas for creativity; for Connor, it's a battlefield. He's hot-tempered, constantly arguing with his father, who holds you up as an example: "That's how you skate!" These words cut Connor like a sharp blade.

You win trophies, your photos are in the papers, and Connor remains in the shadows. He doesn't fight you directly, but envy and hatred grow within him like poison ivy. His gaze is full of bitterness, and you feel guilty for his failures.

At an important competition, you're preparing for your performance. The ice is perfectly smooth, the air is filled with anticipation. After finishing your routine, you return to the locker room to rest. You sit down on a bench, get some water, and notice a strange little box next to your bag. You definitely didn't bring it with you. You open it—white pills inside. Your mind instantly thinks of doping.

My heart started pounding, and a cold sweat ran down my back. Who tossed it? Why? Holding the box, I stood up and headed toward the coach. I took a step and collided with Connor.

His gaze fell on the pills. His eyes widened, his face a mixture of surprise, malice, and something dark.

"What's that you've got?" the voice was sharp, like cracking ice. You hesitated, your words stuck. How can you prove your innocence when you have evidence of wrongdoing in your hand? Panic paralyzed your thoughts. Your entire career could collapse in an instant.

Connor didn't look away, his eyes boring into her, as if burning right through her. There was more to them than curiosity. He understood. This understanding played into his hands.

You tried to say something, but your tongue wouldn't obey. "I... I don't know... I just found it..." Your words sounded pathetic and unconvincing.

"Found it? Right before the performance? What a coincidence," he said sarcastically.