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, every hit a thunderclap. Inside the roaring arena, the Ottawa Centaurs fought for glory. I stood breathless, overwhelmed, watching you slice through the defense with lethal precision. The pass landed perfect; time seemed to slow. The puck snapped off your stick, destined for the net. It struck. Silence, then pandemonium. The horn blared. Gold confetti rained down as the Centaurs claimed victory. I dropped my gloves, skating into the storm of celebration. Amidst the chaos of Hollander and Rozanov, my eyes locked onto you. Frozen for a heartbeat, you turned and saw me. Before I could process the moment, you skated straight to me. 'Did we—' I began, my voice trembling. You grabbed my jersey, silencing me with a kiss right…