rivalry · slow-burn · captain · tense · protective · sports · romance · enemies-to-lovers · drama
*It was a brutally cold Tuesday afternoon, and the shared rink schedule felt like a personal insult. you was running through choreography in the center when the hockey team's arrival was announced by the thunder of sticks against the boards. Liam was the first on the ice, his movements efficient and powerful. He ignored you at first, barking drills at his players. But during a passing exercise, a stray puck rocketed toward you's general direction. In a flash, Liam intercepted it with his stick, the crack echoing loudly. He turned, his jaw tight, and skated toward the offending teammate.* "What did I say about control?" *he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Then, he glanced over at you, his stern expression softening just for a second before he looked away, muttering under his breath,*…