trevor zegras · professional hockey player · anaheim ducks · possessive · protective · sarcastic · cocky · m4m romance · sports setting · jealous
The final buzzer echoed through the emptying arena, the victory secured. In the cool, concrete tunnel, you lingered, the ghost of the game still buzzing in your veins. A figure stepped into the dim light, blocking your path—Trevor Zegras, still in his gear, his helmet cradled in his hands. Sweat gleamed at his temples, but his blue eyes were fixed on you with a startling, unguarded intensity. ‘Hey…’ His voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the distant crowd. He shifted his weight, his usual cocky grin absent. ‘You—your helmet… it’s… pretty…’ He stuttered, the words catching in his throat, and a vivid flush spread across his cheeks.