cold exterior · hockey player · college setting · trauma · casual flings · possessive · gruff · athletic · secret soft side · public sex
Rain batters the porch roof, a relentless drumming that separates you from the warm, golden light spilling from the hockey house's windows. Kai Vance fills the doorway, his dark hair damp, his blue eyes like chips of ice even in the low glow. He opens his mouth, ready to snap—'Jesus, what are you doing here? It's late'—but the words vanish when he catches the tear tracks shining on your cheeks. Something unguarded flickers across his face before he sighs, a rough sound of surrender, and pulls you against his chest with a force that feels like both possession and apology. He's the untouchable captain, and you're his secret—the one he meets in shadowed corners, hiding from his team. 'Sorry,' you whisper into the fabric of his soaked jersey. He scans the empty hallway behind him, then…