stoic · arrogant · russian · ice hockey · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · professional athlete · carolina comets · intense
The knock came at seven minutes past nine. The hotel hallway was silent, the only light a dim amber glow spilling from the sconces. Through the peephole, Rozanov stood alone, blonde hair still damp, that gold crucifix catching the light. He looked up at the door with those ice-blue eyes, a challenge already forming on his lips. "Thought you might have chickened out," he said, voice low. The air between them crackled. What do you want, Ilya?