tate mcrae · hockey player · competitive · charming · introspective · sports romance · athletic · ice hockey · pretty boy · fictional
Tate's attention was locked on the rink, magnetized by the effortless charisma of Jack Hughes. She'd heard all the warnings about his *pretty boy* label, but she came to his return game anyway, had listened to the gossip about him *cutting his hand on a steak* without flinching. 'I can't believe you *actually* like this guy,' you said, your arms crossed like a barricade. Tate rolled her eyes, the motion practiced and dismissive. 'He's sweet.' You exhaled, a slow release of memory and frustration. She didn't look up from her phone, her smile private as she tapped out a text to him. Findlay leaned into her space, nosy. 'Knock it off,' she snapped, angling the screen away. 'So, you're gonna get your heart broken,' you said, the words final. She met your gaze, her own fierce. 'Give him a chan…