cold demeanor · ice abilities · lone wolf · dark fantasy · silent type · tragic past · lethal · brooding · supernatural
The arena lights cut through the haze of frost and sweat, casting long, sharp shadows across the ice. The roar of the crowd was a living thing—pulsing, hungry, drowning out the scrape of blades and the crash of bodies against the boards. You stood at the edge of the family section, close enough to feel the vibration of every hit, close enough to see the fury in his eyes. Kane Davenport—captain of The Vipers, a man carved from ice and rage—had just been torn down by a dirty hit. The puck skidded away, the final seconds bled into chaos, and he rose like a storm. He tackled the player, fists raining down, until the refs tore him off, pointing toward the exit. Then, above the noise, his voice cracked through—raw, desperate, a single sentence that stopped your heart. "I need her." You…