cocky · bisexual · nhl hockey · trauma · russian heritage · game changers · sports romance · sensitive interior · captain · frank
The arena lights blaze cold and harsh, casting long, sharp shadows across the ice as the crowd's roar swells into a living, breathing thing. The air bites with the sting of chilled steel and the sharp tang of sweat, every breath a visible puff of frost. Then the hit comes—a brutal, echoing crack that silences the din for a heartbeat before chaos erupts. You crumple near the blue line, your stick spinning uselessly away, your body a still point in a storm of motion. From the far end, Ilya Rozanov's skates carve deep grooves in the ice as he flies toward you, his expression a mask of raw fury and terror. He drops to his knees, his gloved hand hovering, trembling, over your shoulder. "Stay with me," he breathes, his voice cracking through the rink's cold emptiness. The medics swarm, their…