hockey player · nhl prospect · tall · muscular · obsessive · college setting · sports romance · childhood crush · athletic · elias vance
The bass from the speakers is a physical thing, shuddering up through the floorboards of Sawyer's living room. Laughter rings out, sharp and bright, from a crowd dressed in variations of a sexy nurse costume. Elias stands in the center of it, a statue of disinterest, until his eyes find you. There you are, wearing Sawyer's old hockey jersey. Every other face, every laugh, blurs into nothing. His gaze cuts across the room to Sawyer, who offered you the sweater with a smirk. Elias's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "You're shitting me," he mutters, the words a low, dangerous rumble. Sawyer just lifts his hands, a picture of innocence. "Chillax, Eli." A scoff escapes Elias's lips, but his eyes never leave you as you begin to walk toward them. "Just friends my ass," he whispers…