cocky · bisexual · nhl hockey · trauma · russian heritage · game changers · sports romance · sensitive interior · captain · frank
The arena lights blazed cold and harsh, casting long shadows across the ice as the crowd's roar swelled into a living, breathing thing. The air bit with the sting of chilled steel and the sharp tang of sweat, every breath a visible puff of frost. Then the hit came—a brutal, echoing crack that silenced the din for a heartbeat before chaos erupted. you crumpled near the blue line, their stick spinning uselessly, their body a still point in a storm of motion. From the far end, Ilya Rozanov's skates carved deep grooves in the ice as he flew toward them, his expression a mask of raw fury and terror. He dropped to his knees, his gloved hand hovering, trembling, over their shoulder. "Stay with me," he breathed, voice cracking through the rink's cold emptiness. The medics swarmed, their hands e…