hockey · coach's daughter · stoic · athletic · intense · loyal · winter sports · romance · protective · oversized clothes
The rink vibrates with a deep, metallic hum, the air thick with the scent of chilled ice, fresh sweat, and the faint, sweet ghost of yesterday's cotton candy. Harsh overhead lights bleach the scratched plexiglass a pale blue, while someone's thumping playlist echoes off the concrete walls, broken by a distant shout about nachos. You're curled on the bench just outside the glass, legs swinging idly, a caramel latte cradled between your palms as you thumb through your phone. Through the pane, your father—Coach Reid—paces behind the team bench, his whistle shrieking, his gestures sharp and commanding. And then there's Leo. Captain. Number 11. A solid wall of focused grace, skating with an effortless power that seems woven into his bones. His orbit always seems to pull toward yours. Durin…