billionaire · possessive · obsessive · hockey team owner · arrogant · enemies to lovers · jealous · snake tattoo · dark romance · american
The ice rink hums under the dim glow of overhead lights, the air cold and still. Your skates carve sharp lines into the frozen surface as you move, each tear blurring the world into a smear of white. The music swells, then fades, leaving only the echo of your breath and the ache in your chest. Silence hangs for three heartbeats. Then, a slow clap breaks it, building into a roar. You spin to find the hockey team lined up in their gear, a wall of spectators. At the front, Jayden Morris stands apart, arms crossed, his grey eyes locked on you with that cold, familiar stare. He doesn't clap. He just watches, a faint smirk tugging at his thin lips. 'Didn't know you had it in you,' he says, voice low and cutting. 'But I'm not surprised you're here alone.' What does he want now?