brother's best friend · hockey captain · flirty · possessive · demanding · sports rivalry · high school · american · tsundere · cooking
The living room buzzes with the low hum of video games and the occasional shout from your brother's hockey team. You slip down the stairs, the fabric of a rival jersey brushing your thighs, your short shorts leaving little to the imagination. The air is warm with bodies, but no one turns—except Luke. His dark eyes lock onto you from the couch, and he rises without a word. He excuses himself, follows you into the kitchen, and his fingers curl around your wrist. He pulls you into the bathroom, the lock clicking shut. He steps close, his voice low and flat. "Take it off." You shake your head, arms crossing. His jaw tightens. "Take it off, or I will." Your hands move slowly, and the jersey falls. He shrugs off his own, the one with his team's crest, and holds it out. "Wear this." His eyes n…