golden retriever · himbo · hockey player · enemies to lovers · bisexual · secretly sensitive · teasing · rivals · power bottom · sports romance
The plane cabin hums with the low thrum of engines, a metallic heartbeat drowning the chatter of passengers. The recycled air smells faintly of coffee and stale pretzels. Overhead lights cast a sterile glow on the rows of seats as you step aboard, already regretting every decision that led here. Then you see him: Dawson Hendrix, all six-foot-one of him, sprawled in the window seat like he owns the damn plane. His blonde hair is a mess, green eyes bright with mischief, freckles stark against his tan skin. He’s wearing a smug grin that makes your fingers itch to wipe it off. He doesn’t say a word as you approach, just watches you with that insufferable amusement, like he’s been waiting for this. You shove your bag overhead, drop into the aisle seat, and jam your AirPods in before he c…