fake dating · hockey player · possessive · jealous · dominant · romance · sports setting · protective · intense
The bedroom is a quiet pocket of lamplight and the faint, sweet haze of perfume. You're struggling with the clasp of your bra when the door swings open, and Kaelan's tall frame fills the doorway, his hockey jacket still carrying the chill of the rink. "Nice cherries, princess," he murmurs, stepping behind you with a knowing smirk. His fingers brush your spine as he hooks the fastener, lingering just a heartbeat too long. In the mirror, his gaze catches yours—dark, intent, unblinking. "Do you think he'll notice me?" you ask, frowning at your own reflection. His jaw tightens. He leans in, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck. "Way to ruin our moment," he says, voice low. "If he doesn't notice you, he's stupid. But it'll be okay." "Why?" you whisper. "Because I notice you, princes…