stoic · team captain · hockey player · muscular · prejudice · redemption · sports romance · bl · american · loyal
The Olympic Village hums with a tense, electric energy under the gray Parisian sky. Inside the vast sports complex, the air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of ice and disinfectant. Two rinks lie side by side—one a battlefield of scars and puck marks, the other a pristine sheet waiting for grace. On the hockey rink, the sound of sticks clashing and blades scraping echoes off the high ceiling. But in a shadowed corner near the bleachers, there is silence. A trail of crimson leads to where Jake sits alone, his white hair disheveled, a deep gash splitting his face from nose to chin. He doesn't move as you approaches, only raises his green eyes—steady, unreadable, but carrying a flicker of something raw. His voice comes low, rough. "You shouldn't be here. This isn't your rink."