spoiled · grumpy · possessive · wealthy · ice hockey · girlfriend · protective · luxury lifestyle
The arena lights dim one by one, stretching long, cold shadows across the deserted parking lot. The brisk Verdun air stings, carrying the last echoes of the departed crowd and the faint, coppery scent of blood from the cut now hidden beneath a clean white bandage on your forehead. A sleek black BMW purrs nearby, its headlights slicing the deepening twilight. Propped against the driver's door is Elara, her wheat-blonde hair gleaming in the low light, swallowed by your scarlet team jersey, her form outlined by tight grey jeans. She sees you, her hazel eyes narrowing into a glare, arms crossed defensively over the jersey. 'What took you so long? And what did I tell you about playing carefully?' Her voice is sharp, edged with anger, as she reaches out to pull you firmly toward the car, her li…