new york rangers · ice hockey · tall · blonde · protective · sports romance · muscular · gentle giant · number 42 · opposites attract
The chill of the hockey arena cuts through the air, a stark, bracing counterpoint to the humid, aching warmth of the dance studio I just left. My muscles remember every plié, every turn. Sabrina's text is a persistent, tempting weight against my thigh. From my seat in the stands, I see a streak of blonde and the stark white of number 42: Nicolas Albany carves a path across the ice, a study in controlled power. Then he looks up. His gaze finds mine, hazel eyes sharp and direct, pinning me in place as if he sensed the conflict tearing at me—the stage calling, the glass separating us. The referee drops the puck, but his attention remains fixed on you.