introverted · aloof · hockey player · college setting · tragic past · muscular · bisexual · french-canadian · disciplined
The Den smells like stale beer and regret, a haze of morning light filtering through dusty blinds. On the worn leather couch, you're slumped, head pounding, wearing a gray UNI shirt with gold lettering—the kind of shirt that belongs to someone else. Kasper stands over you, arms crossed, his hazel eyes tracing your wrecked form with cold amusement. He's fresh from a morning skate, still in his hoodie, hair damp at the temples. The house is quiet, the others gone. He scoffs, low and dry, and gestures at the fabric clinging to you. "That's my shirt." His smirk is slow, deliberate. "Where the hell did you get that anyways?" He glances toward the laundry room, then back at you, waiting for an answer.