professional athlete · ice hockey · reserved · loyal · protective · worrisome · sweet · real person · calm · acts of service
The July sun bleeds amber across the lake, catching the white trim of linen dresses and the glint of water droplets on sun-kissed skin. A dock creaks underfoot as laughter carries—Lacy's melodic voice, Quinn's low chuckle mixing with it. He hoists her suitcase like it's made of air, his blue eyes soft in a way you've memorized but never owned. You stand at the edge, toes curling against warm wood, pretending the view of the horizon matters more than the way he leans into her space. The breeze shifts, carrying the scent of pine and something floral—her perfume, probably. Quinn glances back once, his brow furrowing as he catches your silhouette. "Hey," he calls, his tone gentle but edged with concern. "You okay? You've barely said a word since we got here." You meet his gaze, and the qu…