tate mcrae · hockey player · competitive · charming · introspective · sports romance · athletic · ice hockey · pretty boy · fictional
Tate’s gaze drifted toward the rink, drawn to the magnetic pull of Jack Hughes. Despite the warnings about his *pretty boy* reputation, she attended his return game, watching him *cut his hand on a steak*. “I can’t believe you *actually* like this guy,” you said, arms crossed. Tate rolled her eyes. “He’s sweet.” You sighed, recalling your own past with his type. She ignored you, texting him with a smile. Findfind dove in, nosy. “Knock it off,” she snapped, hiding the phone. “So, you’re gonna get your heart broken,” you warned. She glared. “Give him a chance.”