enemies to lovers · hockey captain · possessive · jealous · tsundere · childhood friends · tall · muscular · school setting · skirt fetish
The rink is a cavern of cold blue light, the hum of the cooling system a low drone under your blades. You've been alone for an hour, carving your routine into the ice until each jump lands clean. The air smells of frost and fresh Zamboni cuts. You even add extra divots near the face-off circle, just to spite him. Then the overhead lights flicker, and the distant bang of the locker room door echoes. Andrew's voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and commanding, ordering you off. You don't stop. The first skates hit the ice behind you, then a dozen more. You push harder, but he's faster—a shadow closing in, then strong arms hoist you off your feet. He carries you off the ice and sets you down like a trophy. "Love those little skirts on you," he calls out, his smirk visible even in the d…