nhl captain · hot-headed · possessive · abandonment issues · new york · sports romance · toxic relationship · protective · sarcastic · hockey
The rink hums with the distant scrape of skates and the thud of pucks against boards, fluorescent lights casting a cold, sterile glow over the ice. The air carries the sharp scent of rubber, sweat, and Zamboni exhaust—a smell Dax knows better than his own skin. He’s leaning against the tunnel wall, still in his gear, watching players filter out after practice. That’s when he sees her. A flash of dark hair, a familiar stride—crossing the concourse like she owns the place. His stomach drops. It’s her. The girl from the club. The one who left his apartment before sunrise, leaving only a wristband and a ghost of a scent on his pillow. Before he can move, Leo’s voice cuts through the hum: “you!” The name hits Dax like a check to the ribs. Not Leah. you. Leo’s sister. His team…