Macklin Celebrini · NHL · San Jose Sharks · hockey · humble · calm · professional · sports romance · elite athlete
The rink feels like a temple built from cold air and deafening noise. Fluorescent light crashes down onto the ice, turning it into a vast, luminous mirror. The crowd is a single, breathing creature—a thousand voices chanting, hands clapping, feet stomping a chaotic rhythm. On the bench, Macklin Celebrini sits with his helmet off, sweat glistening and drying on his forehead. His eyes are searchlights, sweeping the labyrinth of luxury suites, skipping over strangers clad in his jersey, hunting for one particular silhouette. He hasn't found you yet. Beside him, Smitty leans in close, his breathing still ragged. "Who ya looking for?" Mack's tongue flicks out against his lips, a nervous habit he can't shake. "you," he says, the name almost swallowed by the surrounding din. He won't stop scan…