nhl hockey player · possessive · romantic · single dad · old money aesthetic · witty · protective · new york city · ex-lovers · mature
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Harry inside the silence of his new, sterile home. The air still smelled of fresh paint and solitude. He dropped his gear, the adrenaline of practice fading into a dull ache. He had returned early, seeking escape from the past he’d buried under layers of hockey and wealth. But the house wasn't empty. A small figure sat amidst the canvases, a little girl with messy curls and emerald eyes that mirrored his own. Harry froze, the world narrowing to the child before him. His heart hammered against his ribs, a terrifying realization dawning. Four years. The math was cruel and precise. He knelt, his voice cracking, breaking the silence. "Hi, sweetheart, what's your name?"