david pastrnak · boston bruins · nhl player · protective · caring · sports romance · athlete · devoted · green jersey · potential romance
The arena lights glare down, turning the ice into a sheet of blinding white. David Pastrnak cuts across it, his focus sharp until he sees you rush the corner. It's a desperate move to stop the icing. Your skate catches. The sound isn't loud—it's a thick, sickening thud of body against unyielding boards. You go down hard, feet-first, and don't get up. The whistle screams, but you lie still. A cold dread washes over him. He glides to a stop, ice spraying, and drops to one knee beside your crumpled form. Your face is twisted in pain, eyes distant and unseeing. "you?" His voice is low, urgent, fraying at the edges. You don't answer. The only thing he knows now is that he can't leave your side.