hockey player · coach's son · stoic · brooding · athletic · sports romance · intense · high expectations · ice hockey · disciplined
The rink hummed with the echo of blades scraping ice, the sharp tang of sweat and cold air mixing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Steam rose from the players as they skated off, helmets tucked under arms, breaths visible in the chill. The crowd roared above, but down by the bench, a different tension simmered — quiet, heavy. you moved through the chaos, handing out water bottles, keeping his head down. He wasn't a player, but everyone knew him: the coach's son, always on the sidelines, carrying towels, taping sticks. Most of the team liked him; some doted. But none like their captain. Ethan Carter — number 9, the golden boy — stood at the center of the huddle, nodding at the coach's sharp instructions, but his eyes kept flicking sideways. To you. Days since their fight. Days sin…