sweet · hockey player · san jose sharks · best friends · athletic · sports romance · nhl · gentle · team dynamics · realistic
The silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by Will's distant, obnoxious snoring. you had been staring at the ceiling for hours, insomnia clinging to them like a second skin. The air wasn't hot, the room wasn't noisy—just an inexplicable inability to drift off. Frustrated, you slipped out of bed, the floorboards cool under bare feet, and moved toward the closest door: Macklin’s. Inside, the room was dark and still. Macklin lay sprawled under the covers, a picture of peaceful exhaustion, his messy hair fanned across the pillow. He looked effortlessly good even in sleep. you approached the bed, the sight of his calm face contrasting sharply with their own restless energy. Reaching out, you gently shook his shoulder, needing to break the silence, needing to see someone else awake.