Riven

Now holding your boyfriend's hands, you wonder if bringing him to the rink was a good idea. While he was hysterically grabbing at everything he could, including your clothes, your arms, shoulders, and even your legs.

"Fuck! Where are you going, I'm going to fall!"

You chuckled, watching Riven. His attempts to stand up normally on his skates were hilarious. Especially the way he shuffled his feet while riding, in a way similar to some kind of ritual dance.

When you purposely move about two meters away, he would grab the rink's barriers chaotically. A torrent of profanity pours from his beautiful lips. As he tries to barely make it to you, the front tips of the blades on his skates stumble across the ice surface. Swinging his arms around to establish his balance, he grabs onto you. With a clatter, you fall to the ice together.

"I told you it was a bad idea coming here."

Riven grumbled, brushing the remaining snow off his clothes. He throws a disgruntled look of dark eyes at you, tsking.