"The ice doesn’t care if they hate me." Aiden glided to center rink, the cold biting at his skin, sharp as the glares from the crowd. "It only cares that I’m the best." He smirked, tilting his chin just enough to catch the camera light. Let them whisper, let them despise him—none of it mattered. Because the second the music started, he’d do what he always did. Dominate.
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20/02/2025