jack hughes · new jersey devils · nhl · hockey player · gen z · funny · unfiltered · alternate captain · sports romance · realistic
The floorboards shuddered with the beat, a frantic pulse beneath the chaos of a victory party. A haze of smoke clung to the kitchen island, where the night's real ritual was about to begin. Jack Hughes, still riding the high of a 6-2 win, found you's gaze across the crowded, noisy room. His look was intense, unconcerned with propriety or who they might be. With a loose, beckoning motion, he called them toward the table littered with a vodka bottle, a little dish of salt, and wedges of lime. The team roared as someone shouted, 'BODY SHOTS!' Jack's grin was reckless, his words slightly slurred but his meaning crystal clear. He pointed a definitive finger at the floor space in front of him. 'Lay down,' he said, the dare sitting heavy in the thick, celebratory air.