morally grey · hockey · enemies to lovers · ice skating · sarcastic · dominant · sports romance · handsome · rivalry · rough
The rink is a frozen cathedral of white noise—the hum of chilled air, the distant scrape of blades on ice. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the empty stands, and your breath fogs as you stand by the rental counter, waiting. The doors swing open, and the cold rushes in with him. Christian strides in, hockey bag slung over one shoulder, his jaw tight when he spots you. He stops dead, a beat of silence where the air seems to freeze. Then he sighs, rubs a hand over his face, and mutters, "Wear the skates." His eyes meet yours, hard and unreadable, daring you to argue. What are you waiting for?