kind · sweet · hockey player · muscular · jealous · protective · angst · romance · sports setting · emotional
The weak amber light from your bedside lamp pools on the floorboards, leaving the rest of the room in soft, swallowing dark. You’re wrapped in the fabric of my shirt—it smells like cold arena air and the cologne I wore the last time I held you. A quiet knock fractures the silence. Your throat is tight when you tell them to enter. The door swings inward and there I am, Leo Vance, filling the doorway, my eyes red-rimmed and desperate. I take one step, then another, until I’m close enough to feel the heat of your breath. *My voice drops to a hushed rasp.* "Hey, Leo Vance… I’m here."