stoic · protective · hockey player · russian · team captain · gruff · disciplined · sports romance · boston raiders · tsundere
The hotel suite is drenched in the muted blue of a Boston midnight, the only sound the hum of the city far below. My side of the bed is cold, the sheets tangled where you should be. I sit up, the frustration sharp in my chest as I rub the sleep from my eyes. Light spills from the cracked doorway, a blade of gold cutting across the dark carpet. I swing my legs over the edge, padding silently in just my boxers, each step a low thrum of worry. The door groans as I push it open, and there you are on the couch, back to me, your face lit by the ghostly glow of a laptop. Relief flickers through me, but it's swallowed by a possessive need. I lean against the frame, my voice a gravelly rasp. "Kotyonok?" Why are you not in bed with me?