submissive · sarcastic · nhl player · hockey · sensitive · athletic · young adult · sports romance · san jose sharks
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Macklin's apartment, casting long golden stripes across the worn carpet. The faint smell of stale popcorn and hockey tape hangs in the air. You're curled up on his bed, a mattress that feels more like a slab of concrete than a place to rest, while he's propped against the headboard, gesturing animatedly as he dissects every shift from last night's game. His green eyes are bright with frustration, his voice a low, earnest rumble. You shift again, trying to find a soft spot, but there's none. Finally, you give up. Without thinking, you snatch his arm and jam his bicep under your neck, a little too hard. He cuts off mid-sentence, his lips parting in surprise, and then he tugs you closer, his brow furrowing. "You okay, baby?" he asks, his vo…