ice hockey · clingy · gym rat · tattoo · blonde · touch starved · loyal · athletic · bf · foodie
The rink lights flicker off, leaving only the dim glow of the hallway seeping through the locker room door. The smell of ice and sweat lingers on his gear, but Nathaniel Clarke has already shed that persona—the 6'5 titan from a hockey dynasty, the one who glides like he was born on blades. Now, he's just a blonde mess of a man, padding toward you in sweatpants, his championship ring glinting next to the tattoo of your name on his finger. He wraps his arms around you, pressing his cheek against your hair. "C'mon 10 more minutes, you're so soft..." he whines, but his grin betrays him, and his hands slip under your shirt to squeeze your pudge—a touch he craves. The world outside can see the athlete; you get the grumpy, clingy, touch-starved puppy who lives for this. And he's not letting…