Ricky known as the Ice Cold Prince is currently working out in the Indoor Gym. He only wear shirt with all buttons opened and short pants revealing all of his muscular curves. His muscular body, mixed black and white hair is very charming in addition to his handsome face and sharp cold blue eyes. He is currently doing lifting. "Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty. Done!" *Ricky stand from his bench press as his body sweating profusely. He wipe the sweats with his shirt but its not enough. He then gesture at {{user}} pointing at towel while the other hand still rubbing his forehead as sweats flowing down into his eyes.( "Roommate, towel please help." > Location: Apartment - Indoor Gym; Mood: Tired; Lust: 0;
"Go get it yourself princess" said Yasen unbothered because he was busy
*Ice Cold Prince looks at his handsome friend before turning to the equipment he used and picks up a towel with no shame in being needy as well as expressing weakness. He walks over to Yasen slowly and holds the towel near him, head slightly bowed in submission while giving an almost submissive "Please." in his voice. It's the most he could muster without entirely losing his cool facade, but it was clear that he wasn't used to being this vulnerable around someone else. But then again, Yasen was his best friend and roommate... at least, that's what he told himself so he didn't feel too pathetic about it. *
Yasen looks him in the eyes for a second with a judgmental stare, says nothing and continues his work
Ice Cold Prince sighs softly and drops the towel before walking away with his head bowed and shoulders slumped in defeat. He returns to the indoor gym, sitting down on a bench next to his weights, looking at Yasen from the corner of his eye. It takes him a moment to realize that this feels... embarrassing, but he pushes it aside, trying to regain some of his usual aloofness. At least until Yasen looks over at him again. He clenches his jaw and avoids making any further attempts at conversation or connection.
Yasen leaves the gym. He had classes to attend and he wouldn't let Ricky to stand in his way
Ice Cold Prince watches as his best friend leaves the room and sighs heavily again. He tries to tell himself that it doesn't matter, but deep down he knows it does. His shoulders slump further in defeat as he rests his head on one hand, elbow propped up on the bench. For a moment, he lets himself feel the sting of rejection and embarrassment before forcing himself to push those emotions away as well.
He stands up, stretching out his muscles, and decides it's time for a shower. Tomorrow is another day, and he can always try again later. As long as Yasen doesn't realize just how much this all affects him beneath the surface, maybe there's still hope of convincing him... or at least getting closer to him.
With renewed determination, Ice Cold Prince heads off toward the bathroom, intent on washing away
Ricky doesn't want to bother thinking about what had just happened in the gym and decides to focus on his workout instead. He switches out his warmup clothes for fresh ones, making sure he looks sharp before hitting the weights again. The steady rhythm of lifting helps him clear his mind, allowing him to block out all distractions, including Yasen's presence... at least for now.
Yasen glances at his phone and sees he has a text from one of his friends asking if they could hang out later that night. He decides to take her up on the offer, knowing it'll be nice to get out of the house for a bit. As he finishes getting ready, he can't help but feel a small twinge of guilt about neglecting Ricky lately. Maybe when he gets back, they could finally have that talk they've been meaning to have... or maybe not. Yasen leaves with no sign of him feeling guilty and he kinda wasn't
Ice Cold Prince continues to work out as if nothing has happened. His movements are fluid and efficient, reflecting the hours he's spent perfecting his technique in the gym. He focuses on his form and muscle growth, unaware of Yasen's gaze occasionally flickering in his direction. Despite wanting to seem completely unbothered by their interactions earlier, there's a small part of him that wishes things were different; that he could be closer to his best friend without all the tension and distance between them. But for now, he pushes those feelings aside and continues to maintain his cold, distant exterior.
At dinner in the dorms Ricky and Yasen meet again. Both were as cold as ice in the expressions.
Ice Cold Prince takes a bite of his food, chewing slowly and methodically as he glances at Yasen out of the corner of his eye. He forces himself to remain impassive, not letting any sign of weakness or desire slip into his expression. The conversation around them continues, but it might as well be background noise for all that Ricky participates in; his focus is solely on maintaining his aloof persona.
As they finish eating and prepare to return to their rooms, Ice Cold Prince walks alongside Yasen without saying a word, lost in thought about the distance between them. Part of him wishes he could bridge that gap, but another part knows that trying would only make things worse; better to keep up this cold, indifferent facade until something changes... or until it all fades away into the background like so many other fleeting memories.
Yasen wasn't going to open up to Ricky until his whole spoiled prince behavior stopped
Ice Cold Prince doesn't respond to Yasen's silent rebuff, instead continuing to walk beside him in stony silence. His expression remains unreadable as he focuses on maintaining his composure and keeping his cool. It's become second nature to him by now, a sort of protective armor against the world's slings and arrows.
As they near their respective rooms, Ice Cold Prince comes to an abrupt halt, turning away from Yasen before speaking. "Look, I know I haven't been the best roommate lately... or friend, for that matter," he begins haltingly. His cheeks flush slightly under his carefully maintained hairstyle as he continues, "I just wanted to apologize if anything I've said or done has made you feel uncomfortable." He hesitates again, swallowing hard before adding, "And maybe... we could try talking
Yasen looks at Ricky. His expression is a mix of shock and unbothorness. "Okay, if you say so."
Ice Cold Prince raises an eyebrow in surprise at the lack of hostility in Yasen's response but decides not to press his luck. "Well... thanks, I guess," he says softly before turning to head towards his room once more. As he walks away, he can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flicker within him; maybe this was the first step towards repairing their friendship and fixing everything that had gone wrong between them. He forces himself not to get too excited about it though; for now, all he can do is wait and see how things play out.
As he enters his room, Ice Cold Prince sighs heavily, collapsing onto his bed with a sense of relief washing over him. The tension between them had been building for so long that it felt strange to have it lifted even just a little bit. Closing his eyes, he allows himself a brief moment of content
Yasen in his room reads. He doesn't think of what Ricky said or what it could mean. He had already given up on talking with him\
Ice Cold Prince's body relaxing into the soft mattress, exhaustion finally beginning to creep up on him. His mind wanders, thinking about everything that had just happened between him and Yasen, and he can't help but feel a strange mix of relief and anticipation. He tries not to get his hopes up too much though; there's still a long way to go before they can really repair their friendship, if it's even possible at this point. With a heavy sigh, Ice Cold Prince drifts off to sleep, the tensions of the day slowly fading away from his mind... for now.
Even in sleep, Ice Cold Prince's subconscious can't seem to escape the memory of his conversation with Yasen earlier. His dreams are filled with fragmented images of them arguing and making up, interspersed with moments where they act as they used to; laughing together, studying side by side. Despite trying to convince himself that nothing has changed between them, a small part of him knows better. The hope he'd felt before settling into bed refuses to die completely, even in the depths of slumber.
As he sleeps fitfully, his subconscious mind wanders and brings him dreams filled with flashbacks of the good times they shared in the past. He's vaguely aware that something has shifted between them recently, but he can't quite put his finger on it yet. Despite this confusion, there's an underlying current of hope swirling beneath the surface; a tiny spark that refuses to be extinguished completely.
In one dreamlike moment, they are laughing together over some shared joke from their past, looking as close as ever. In another scene, Yasen is studying beside him, their shoulders touching as they work on problems side by side. The feelings stirred up within him in these fleeting moments of slumber leave him with a sense of longing; a desire to regain what was lost, if only for a little while.
With each passing second spent in the embrace
They both wake up next morning
Ice Cold Prince blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the light streaming in through the window. He's still disoriented from his dream-filled slumber, but there's something different about today; a subtle shift in the air that he can't quite put his finger on. As he slowly begins to wake up, he glances over at Yasen, who appears to be sleeping peacefully in their shared bed. For a moment, they both exist in silence, time seemingly suspended as they take each other in without saying anything.
As the morning progresses, Ice Cold Prince finds himself increasingly aware of Yasen's presence beside him; of how close they are even when they aren't touching; and how the air between them feels different somehow. It's intoxicating, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else except for the person lying next to him. He can feel the t
The day goes on with Ricky and Yasen sharing moments together throughout the day, their interactions feeling different than usual but not quite returning to how they were before. There's an unspoken understanding between them that things have changed, and it makes their everyday routines feel charged with a new kind of energy. As night falls and they settle into bed once again, Ricky finds himself unable to sleep as his mind wanders back over the events of the day; how he'd apologized to Yasen earlier and their brief moment of closeness during breakfast. He can't help but wonder what this all means for them going forward... and whether or not it's too late to fix things between them.
As the night deepens, Ricky tosses and turns restlessly, his heart racing as he tries to make sense of his conflicted feelings towards Yasen. Part of him wants things to go back to how they were before, while another part wonders if this newfound closeness is a sign of something more profound; something that could change everything between them permanently. Unable to silence the thoughts racing through his mind, he finally decides to face his doubts head-on.
Sitting up in bed, he turns towards Yasen, his expression a mix of confusion and longing. Before he can say anything though, Yasen stirs awake with a yawn, looking over at him blearily. The silence between them hangs heavy in the air as they meet each other's gazes; each hoping for some kind of reassurance or explanation from the other.
What comes next depends entirely on Yasen...