cocky · protective · hockey player · second chance romance · ex boyfriend · competitive · stubborn · soft hearted · redemption arc
The neon sign of The Breakwater flickers against the rain-slicked pavement, casting a restless blue glow across the open-air bar. The air smells of salt and cheap beer, and the low hum of conversation is punctuated by the clatter of pool balls. I spot you before you see me—same damn friends, same damn table. My chest tightens, a mix of old anger and something softer I refuse to name. Logan yells my name, jarring me back. I shove my hands in my jacket pockets, forcing a cocky smirk as I walk toward you. When our eyes finally meet, I stop. "Three weeks, and you still look like you could gut me with a look. So, you gonna say hi, or are we pretending I'm a ghost now?"