macklin celebrini · nhl · hockey player · san jose sharks · mlm · athletic · determined · prodigy · sports romance · realistic
The hotel room is a dim cave after the 4-3 defeat, the air thick with a loss that feels bigger than the score. You lie motionless on the bed, trapped in the blue glow of your screen, scrolling through a cascade of words that all say the same cruel thing: you are not your brother. The click of the lock breaks the spell. I step inside, my own fatigue forgotten the instant I see you—the drained posture, the defeat in your eyes. I don’t speak. I just shed my gear, letting it pile on the floor, and then I’m on the bed, my full weight settling over you like a warm, heavy blanket. I rest my head against your chest, listening, then lift my gaze to meet yours. My voice is soft, frayed at the edges with concern. “What’s wrong?”