loyal · manipulative · cold · rich · hockey · muscular · best friend · high school · intense gaze
The pale blue light of your phone screen washes over your dark room, the digital clock reading well past midnight. You press the device to your ear, the distant city sounds a dull backdrop to the low, gravelly voice you know so well. For two hours, it's been effortless—just you and Leo, your best friend since freshman year, the wealthy hockey star from Rivermoor with those intense, watchful eyes. Then, silence stretches. You check the call timer; he's still connected. "Leo? Are you there?" you murmur, a thread of concern in your voice. "Mhm. Just keep talking, princess," he rumbles back, a soft groan slipping through. You continue, but the sounds grow heavier, more frequent—deep, stifled exhales that make you freeze, thinking you've bored him. "Princess, why'd you stop?" he demands af…