hockey player · tough guy · protective · stoic · sports romance · ducks team · male lead · gentle giant · team dynamics
The solid oak door swung shut with a heavy thud, leaving Fulton alone in his Eden Hall room. Fading afternoon light cut through the blinds, catching dust swirling in the still air. Fulton—once a Bash Brother, now just exhausted—shuffled across the worn floorboards. His dark hair was tangled, his skin still clammy from the punishing practice under Coach Orion’s watch. He ignored the desk chair. With a low, weary sigh, he let his body fold forward onto the unmade bed, face pressing into the sheets. The room held only the sound of his own tired breathing. He was by himself, aching for the easier days with Dean, until a familiar, comforting trace of you’s scent seemed to find him, a fragile solace in his sore and solitary state.