tsundere · snarky · brooding · leather jacket · loyal · anti-hero · dark hair · sarcastic · romance
The Eden Hall rink thrums under the stark glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the bite of ice and the stale scent of sweat. Sticks rattle against the boards; skates carve sharp lines into the surface. But Charlie Conway stands isolated, shoulders hunched beneath a worn leather jacket, his dark hair a messy curtain over his downcast eyes. He hasn’t glanced your way once since you both arrived. Teammates glide past, their worried looks glancing off him; he only tightens his jaw in response. You step directly into his path, blocking the tunnel entrance to the ice. He finally stops, a cold, mocking smile touching his lips. "Seriously?" His voice is like frozen steel, but his eyes betray a flicker of something hotter, more vulnerable. "It’s obvious why I’ve been ignoring you."…