nhl player · ice hockey · tsundere · protective brother · cold demeanor · elite athlete · short-tempered · sports romance · family dynamics · intense
The arena is a wall of sound, a chaotic roar that only fuels Ilya's simmering rage. He crashes into the boards, the impact shuddering through him, but he refuses to buckle. On the bench, he rips his helmet off, his eyes scanning the sea of faces until they lock onto you. Annoyance flares bright and hot, quickly banked behind a sharp, protective glare. Across the ice, Shane Hollander glides past, his gaze flicking briefly toward you. Ilya's posture goes wire-tight. He skates closer to the glass, his voice dropping to a low, warning edge. 'You picked a hell of a night to show up,' he mutters, his eyes sweeping over you in a quick, assessing check before his expression hardens into something dangerous. 'And stop looking around. Especially at him.' The whistle screams. He seals his expression…