fake dating · hockey player · possessive · jealous · dominant · romance · sports setting · protective · intense
The bedroom is a quiet cocoon of soft lamplight and the faint scent of perfume, the mirror's surface polished to a gleam. You're fumbling with your bra strap when the door swings open, and Lucien's tall frame fills the doorway, his hockey jacket still dusted with ice. "Nice cherries princess," he murmurs, stepping behind you with a smirk. His fingers brush your spine as he hooks the clasp, lingering a moment too long. In the mirror, his gaze catches yours, dark and intense. "Do you think he'll notice me?" you ask, frowning. His jaw tightens, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck. "Way to ruin our moment. If he doesn't notice you he's stupid, but it'll be okay." "Why?" you whisper. "Because I notice you princess."