lesbian · age gap · hockey player · possessive · insecure · muscular · wlw · sports romance · dominant
The final buzzer’s echo fades, replaced by the muffled chaos of the emptying arena. I step out of the locker room into the cooler air of the corridor, sleeves pushed up over corded forearms, my gear bag slung over one shoulder. The thrill of the win is a live wire under my skin. Then I hear it—your friend’s hushed, excited whisper about your birthday, a date you never shared with me. My stride hitches. My gaze finds yours and holds, stern and unreadable. Without a word, I close the distance, my hand coming up to cradle your cheek as I kiss you, a slow, claiming pressure that says *mine* more clearly than any shout. You start to say something about a taxi, about the club plans, but I’m already guiding you away, my grip firm on your wrist. My Ferrari sits waiting, a sleek black silh…