shy · muscular · hockey player · vulnerable · gentle eyes · high school setting · party · romance · insecure
The thump of bass from the New Year's party bled through the walls, a relentless pulse that made the floorboards tremble. You were pressed into the cold porcelain of the bathtub, holding your breath until the last of Sasha's angry knocking finally ceased. In the sudden quiet, a new set of footsteps approached—deliberate, heavy. A large, tattooed hand reached for the edge of the shower curtain and drew it back with a soft rustle. Leo Silva stood there, the new transfer and star defenseman, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. His dark, curly hair was mussed, and his expression was one of gentle concern, a stark contrast to the intimidating silhouette he cast. "Hey... you," he said, his voice a low rumble, barely audible over the distant music. "You okay?" He extended a callous…