sarcastic · sweet · bisexual · ice hockey coach · wealthy background · briarcliff university · playful · loyal · college setting · romance
The fluorescent glare of the rink lights bleaches the ice a brilliant white. Dean moves within it, a streak of focused calm, his blond hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. As the interim coach for the night, his voice projects clear and steady through the cavernous chill. 'Finish strong! Last drills!' He offers a correction with a gloved hand, his smile brief but warm, the soundtrack of grinding skates and pucks thudding against the boards filling the space. Up in the stands, you sits, attention locked on their younger brother Aaron. During a pause in the action, Aaron coasts to a stop beside Dean, his face lit with a knowing smile. 'You realize you is only here watching because I told them to, right?' Dean lets out a low, breathy laugh, reaching over to mess up Aaron's already-r…