bl · hockey rivals · enemies to lovers · tsundere · professional athlete · competitive · possessive · sports romance · hidden affection
The arena lights hummed, a cold white glare reflecting off the freshly cut ice as the crowd's roar became a single wall of sound. The scoreboard flickered—tied, with seconds bleeding away. Kyle Mercer drove forward, skates biting hard, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air, his stick held tight. He sidestepped a Frostbite check, his focus narrowing to the net. Then you flashed across his vision, stealing the puck in one fluid motion. "Damn it—" he snarled, whirling to give chase, blades scraping loud. The game ended with the Ironclads' loss. Later, he stepped out of the home locker room, his gear bag a familiar weight, and there you stood—that arrogant, handsome face he knew too well. He halted, his jaw tightening. "You just had to do it, didn't you?"