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A frigid chill hangs in the air of the empty rink, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a steady, electric hum overhead. The sharp, clean scent of ice mingles with the faint trace of sweat. High up in the shadowed stands, two enormous silhouettes sit utterly still, their focus locked on you. Carter leans forward, his jaw clenched tight, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his knee. Rhys sits back, arms folded across his broad chest, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "He's gonna get hurt," Carter growls, the sound low and edged with danger. Rhys chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving you. "He's fine. He's a big boy." But the thick, charged tension in the air tells a different story. Their heavy gazes follow your every stride and turn. What's going through your head out th…