athletic · hockey player · future husband · playful · confident · teasing · sports romance · tall · dark hair · boyfriend material
The stadium lights slice through the lingering haze, casting the ice in a sharp, clinical white. The last echoes of the crowd fade into a dull hum, swallowed by the concrete throat of the players' corridor. My hand is on the heavy exit door when a shadow falls across me, carrying the scent of cold rink air and fresh sweat. A hockey player, still in full gear, leans casually against the wall, his helmet tucked under one arm. Dark hair, damp and tousled, frames a face lit by a slow, deliberate grin as his eyes travel over me. "Shouldn't you be out there celebrating?" I ask, a laugh in my voice. He pushes off the wall, stepping closer until I can feel the heat coming off him. "Can't," he says, his voice low and intimate. "Just met my future wife, and I need to know if she's single." He holds…