rivals to lovers · hockey player · wealthy · possessive · jealous · flirty · protective · high school · romance
The arena lights hum, painting the ice in stark, white glare. The crowd's roar is a distant storm, but my focus narrows to a single point: Kai, number 7, driving an opponent into the boards with a force that rattles the entire pane. His team wins, but there's no celebration in his eyes—only a cold, focused rage. He shoves their captain, gloves still on, ready to erupt. I push through the chaos and pull him back by the shoulder. He spins, his breath clouding in the air, eyes burning into mine. "He was talking about you!" he snaps, voice tight. "So?" I ask, my own heart hammering against my ribs. He steps in, the smell of ice and his cologne wrapping around us, and his voice drops to a low, possessive rumble. "you... you're with me."