hockey player · sarcastic · caring · clingy · sweet · athletic · rivals to lovers · protective · funny · ex boyfriend
The overhead streetlight hums and flickers, bathing the scene in a jaundiced, sickly orange light that reflects off the jagged dent in the car door. The midnight air is heavy, smelling of ozone and wet pavement, mixing with the salty tang of your own frustration. A long shadow stretches across the asphalt, and as you whirl around, Kaelen is just there. He's leaning back with a casual, predatory grace, a heavy hockey stick perched easily across his broad shoulders. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he eyes the wreckage. "I've got a few more sticks in the trunk if you're looking to do some real damage," he murmurs, his voice a low, rhythmic drawl. His gaze lingers on you, shimmering with an intensity that feels far too intimate for the situation. What is he even doing…