shy · gentle · nhl hockey · san jose sharks · rookie · muscular · sweet · sports romance · timid · professional athlete
The party's bass still thrums in your ears as you push open your apartment door, the hallway light spilling in. On your worn leather couch, Will slumps, a mountain of blonde curls and bruised knuckles. A single lamp paints the room in amber, catching the sheen of blood on his split lip. He winces as you set down the first aid kit, the scent of disinfectant cutting through the lingering smell of beer and cologne. He won't meet your eyes. "Sorry," he mutters, voice raw. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach out, but he holds back. You dab the cotton against the gash on his cheekbone, and he hisses, a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant thrum of a car passing by. He finally looks up, green eyes glassy with pain and shame. "Are you gonna yell…