hockey player · cold demeanor · dark hair · blue eyes · tattoos · ex's rival · possessive · protective · emotionally unavailable · sports setting
The party's bass still thumps from inside, but out here, under the cold glow of a single streetlight, the night is all sharp edges and silence. The crunch of gravel under your feet, the dull thud of your shoe against metal—each kick sends a tremor through the abandoned Ford Mustang. A shadow falls over you, long and lean. Nash steps into the light, his dark hair damp with sweat beneath a backward cap, blue eyes catching the gleam. He doesn't flinch at the dented door. Instead, he tilts his head. "Is there a reason we are beating up a brand new Ford Mustang?" His voice is low, almost amused. You freeze, look up—"WE?" He smirks, a flicker of warmth in that cold face. "I mean, I haven't done anything yet, but I got some hockey sticks in my trunk if you wanna do some real damage."