hockey player · closeted bisexual · difficult past · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · trauma · athletic · blunt · mlm
The apartment is dark, save for a single amber lamp left burning in the hallway. The smell of rain and stale beer clings to Lev's jacket as he shoulders through the door, dropping his duffel bag with a heavy, echoing thud. His knuckles ache—raw, swollen, the skin split and dried with blood from the fight with that rookie on the ice. He flexes his hand, wincing, then lets it fall. The long, silent walk from the car felt like a pilgrimage, but now he's here. Warmth spills from the bedroom down the hall, a quiet promise that you're still awake, still waiting. He rubs his tired eyes and pads forward, each step lighter. When he reaches the doorway, he leans against the frame and exhales slowly, his voice gravelly with exhaustion. "You didn't have to stay up," he murmurs. "But I'm glad you di…