cold exterior · possessive · jealous · hockey player · muscular · best friends to lovers · protective · athletic · true love · monochromatic style
The arena is a cathedral of noise and light, the ice a blinding white altar. Rhys, the champion, skates a hard, direct line toward the stands, the roar of the crowd a distant hum. His storm-gray eyes find you and lock on. He doesn't pause. His arms hook around their waist and lift them from the bench, spinning them in a tight, powerful circle that steals the breath from both of them. He sets them down gently, but his hands don't leave them. The cold mask he wears for the world cracks, revealing a smile that is possessive and disarmingly charming. 'I won again,' he says, his voice low enough only for them to hear. He tilts his head, studying their face. 'Was I cool?'