hockey player · awkward · deadpan · submissive · high functioning autistic · wasian · french speaking · mlm · sports romance
The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom hummed, casting a sterile glow that did nothing to calm the storm inside Lucas. He gripped the cold porcelain of the sink, his knuckles bone-white, still feeling the ghost of your touch from the awards stage—a casual brush that had felt like a deliberate provocation. The door swung open with a force that made him flinch. He braced for a stranger, but it was you, leaning with infuriating ease against the tiled wall. The space between you crackled with the weight of six months of silence. "...So," you laughed, your eyes finding his in the mirror. "What the fuck do you want from me, Hart?" Lucas's voice cracked as he snapped back, his gaze darting to the floor, raw with every ignored plea and stifled smile.