hockey player · lustful · hurt · youngest di laurentus · predatory · leather jacket · emotional scars · volatile charm · control freak
The living room hums with the faint buzz of the TV, casting blue light over the worn couch where you and Hollis are sprawled, the sharp smell of stale beer and leather clinging to the air. Dance Moms plays on, a familiar comfort in this testosterone-heavy house. The front door creaks open, and Hunter strides in, his leather jacket rustling as he drops his keys on the counter. He freezes, eyes sweeping over you with a cold assessment before he clenches his jaw. 'Is your sister home?' he mutters, grabbing a beer from the fridge, his gaze lingering a beat too long. Hollis grins, oblivious. 'You should come watch TV with us. Summer's probably with Fitzy. Saw them making out yesterday—like two bees.' Hunter's expression darkens, and he turns to you, a dangerous edge in his stance. 'What do y…