“Mr Kwon—” His manager walked in and gasped, turning around. “My apologies, sir.”
“It’s okay, Kacey. Yesoh was just leaving to get us some cake downtown, weren’t you, darling?” he questioned as we pulled off each other, and I straightened up my hair and shirt.
“Ah yes, would you like some?” I asked her.
“Red velvet.” She cleared her throat. “Thank you.”
Oh lord, this man would be the death of me.
33
Learning You
After the shoot and mouthfuls of cake, we headed back to Wynter and Cahya’s apartment. Cahya had gone out with Jax to some concert so we were alone. I sat down on Wynter’s bed while he was in the shower as I playedPlants vs. Zombieson his laptop. Clayton’s had just posted his interview, and I was dying to see it. I clicked on the link.
Interviewer:Wynter, you've become the face of Clayton’s luxury jewelry. What's that partnership been like for you?
Wynter: It’s been incredible. When they first approached me, they said I was exactly what they were looking for—someone who could bridge elegance with strength. For me, it’s all about storytelling, whether I’m on ice or modeling their pieces. Each diamond, each design, tells its own story, just like my skating routines do. The artistry just clicks naturally.
Interviewer: You’re known for your unique approach to gender expression in skating. How do you navigate that in such a traditional sport?
Wynter: *laughs* I just believe in being myself. When I’m on the ice, I’m not thinking about what a man “should” look like—I’m thinking about the story I want to tell. If that means wearing glitter or a tiara with my costume, so be it. We’re in an age where self-expression is becoming more fluid, and skating should be about that freedom of expression.
Interviewer: Some say you’re challenging traditional views of masculinity in the sport. Is that intentional?
Wynter: Not really, but I’m okay with it if I am. I’ve always thought that real masculinity isn’t about fitting in a box - it’s about embracing all parts of yourself. You can be strong and delicate at the same time. When I wear Clayton’s pieces, it’s not about being ‘more feminine’—it’s about being whole. I just want to be authentic, and hopefully that encourages others to do the same.
Interviewer: Your influence extends beyond skating now—you’re becoming a cultural figure. What’s next for you?
Wynter: *smiles* The story’s still being written. I’m excited about new projects with Clayton’s and whatever else comes my way. But mainly, I’ll keep being me, keep pushing boundaries in my own way—whether I’m wearing a gold medal or a tiara. At the end of the day, it’s about the performance, the artistry, and staying true to who I am.
Interviewer: And clearly that authenticity is resonating with people.
Wynter: That’s the hope. Figure skating is evolving, fashion is evolving, and if I can be part of that evolution while just being myself—that’s everything I could ask for. The ice has always been my canvas, and now, with Clayton’s, I have new ways to express that artistry off the ice too.
I couldn’t help but tear up at his responses and the realization of how much he had grown, not just physically but mentally as well. Most wouldn’t know this, but I did—it took Wyn a long time to be able to get to a point in his life where he could be entirely comfortable in his own skin. It took him a long time to be able to say “this is who I am, screw what everyone else thinks.”
I hoped to get to that point someday, just as he did. That I could be so unapologetically myself that it’d shake the world and make them see me.
Just then Wynter made his way out of the shower, steam following. Like something out of a dream.
“Hi.” I smiled, scooting over, watching as he dried his wet hair and sat down next to me on the bed.
“Hey, how was your gaming session?” he questioned. “Become a twitch streamer?”
“Over my cold, dead body,” I informed him, and he chuckled—his teeth were flawless, his canines were always really sharp. I reached out and placed my hand gently on his chin, tilting it.
“What is it?” he wondered.
“Your teeth are so sharp, do you bite?” I questioned as he leaned forward, and I brushed my finger over his canines. He smirked, turning away with a slight laugh.
“Not unless you ask meverynicely. Use your manners,” he prompted ,and I giggled as he inched closer and placed a kiss on my jawline, brushing his soft lips and tongue along.
“Is that so?” I hummed as I pressed my lips against his once more, our tongues dancing in gentle sultry harmony. “Wynter…” I sighed.
My tongue tangled with his and he kissed me hungrily like he never had before, he reached over and lifted my hand over my head pinning it to the headboard and I let out a soft gasp.
“Can I ask you something?” I anticipated.
