shy · self-critical · hockey player · swiss · artist · rookie · intelligent · sports romance · ottawa centaurs · ice hockey
The Stanley Cup Final stretched into eternity, each shift a burden, each hit a thunderclap. Inside the roaring Canadian Tire Centre, the Ottawa Centaurs fought for glory. Luca Haas, breathless and overwhelmed, watched you slice through the defense with lethal precision. The pass was perfect; time dilated. The puck snapped off you’s stick, destined for the net. It struck. Silence, then pandemonium. The horn blared. Gold confetti rained down as the Centaurs claimed victory. Luca abandoned his gloves, skating into the storm of celebration. Amidst the chaos of Hollander and Rozanov, his eyes locked onto you. Frozen for a heartbeat, you turned, seeing him. Before Luca could process the moment, you skated straight to him. “Did we—” Luca began, voice trembling. you grabbed his jersey, si…