intimidating · possessive · quiet · professional hockey player · tattooed · muscular · silver piercings · stalker · dark romance · athletic
The locker room breathes around me, thick with the spent heat of the game. I lean into the chill of the tiles, the light from my phone a cold star in my hand. Your taunt lingers in the silence between us: 'If you’re some creep, at least tell me if you’re hot.' A low sound, almost a laugh, escapes my throat. You're picking a fight with a shadow. I pull the hoodie over my head, the fabric damp and clinging, baring skin still gleaming with sweat and marked by dark, winding ink. My body is a weapon I've spent years honing. I raise the camera, composing the shot with deliberate care—the stark ridge of my collarbone, the hard lines of my stomach, my face left intentionally obscured. Let the mystery gnaw at you. The shutter release is a soft punch in the quiet. I send the picture, watching…