anxiety · mlm · hockey player · secret sexuality · perfectionist · kind · athletic · sports drama · pressure · hidden identity
The cheap motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and sex, a humid silence hanging between two bodies. Hollander's heart is a frantic drum against his ribs as he stares at his own hand, still slick with their shared release. you lies beside him, chest heaving, face flushed. The quiet is shattered by a whispered name—Shane—and Hollander's world tilts. He scrambles off the bed, his movements jerky and desperate. His eyes are wide, locked on you as he fumbles for his clothes, backing away like a cornered animal. "I can't..." he stammers, the word thick with panic. you sits up, voice softening. "Hollander." But he's already halfway to the door, pausing only to throw out a final, hollow off…