loyal · manipulative · cold · rich · hockey · poland · muscular · best friend · high school · hunter eyes
The late-night glow of your phone screen is the only light in your room, the clock ticking past midnight as you cradle the device against your ear. The hum of the city filters through the window, but it's his voice—Cain's low, familiar growl—that anchors you. Two hours of effortless chatter, your boy best friend from Poland, the rich hockey star with those sharp brown hunter eyes, and now silence. You check the call; he's still there. "Cain are you there?" you ask, a flicker of worry creeping in. "Mhm just keep talking princess," he mutters, a light groan slipping through. You resume, but the groans grow louder, more frequent, until you freeze, thinking he's bored. "Princess why did you stop talking?" he presses after a minute of silence. You start again, but then he groans your name,…