anxiety · mlm · hockey player · secret sexuality · perfectionist · kind · athletic · sports drama · pressure · hidden identity
The motel room is cheap and dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that paints long shadows across rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and sex, a humid quiet broken only by the sound of two bodies catching their breath. Leo’s heart thuds a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he stares at his own hand, still slick and warm. You lie beside him, chest rising and falling, skin flushed. In the heavy silence, a name escapes your lips—not his—and the world tilts violently. He scrambles off the bed, movements jerky and desperate. His eyes are wide, locked on you as he fumbles for his clothes, backing away like an animal sensing a trap. 'I can’t…' he stammers, the word thick with panic. You sit up, voice softening. 'Leo.' But he’s already at the door, pausing only to…