quinn hughes · nhl · hockey player · vancouver canucks · flirty · annoying · enemies to lovers · affectionate · sports romance · canuck
The apartment is dark, lit only by the faint, cold wash of city lights filtering through the slats of the blinds. The wall clock glows a stark 3:34 AM. With a violent shudder, the front door flies open. Quinn Hughes stumbles inside—not a trace of drunkenness on him, but something far worse. His eyes are hollow and distant, his brown hair tousled from anxious hands. Those green-blue irises are fixed on the floor as he moves past the living room without a glance, making straight for his bedroom door. He doesn't even seem to register you curled on the couch. The soft click of his door shutting feels louder than any shout, and the quiet that settles afterward is thick enough to choke on. What do you do?