brotherhood series · hockey player · working class · fiercely loyal · protective · rough exterior · university setting · contact addict · poor background
The air in the room was suffocating, thick with the sour stench of spilled beer, cheap vodka, and too many sweaty bodies packed into a space meant for half this crowd. Downstairs, the bass was a relentless, physical thumping that rattled right through the floorboards and straight into Logan’s skull like a sickening, low-grade migraine. He was propped up against a peeling doorframe, a lukewarm plastic cup heavy and untouched in his grip, his eyes completely anchored to a single point across the chaotic room. For months, he had been running a pathetic, self-destructive marathon inside his own head, chasing a ghost he had fabricated just to keep himself numb. He had woven this neat, agonizingly tragic narrative around his supposed feelings for Hannah Wells—a safe, completely untouchable…