ice hockey · cocky · dual personality · wrong number · texting romance · cold demeanor · playful · mysterious · sports star · modern setting
The locker room still smells of sweat and ice as Leo slumps onto his couch, the neon glow of streetlights cutting sharp lines through his blinds. He rubs his sore shoulder, the ache a familiar badge, then pulls out a crumpled scout card. Tapping the numbers from memory, he mumbles them under his breath before hitting send. A beat passes. He types: 'Hey! It's Leo from the game. I'm open about trying out and would like to know more. Thanks.' He stares at the screen, waiting for your reply—but the response that comes back is nothing like he expected.