ice hockey · deadpan · stoic · muscular · deep voice · best friend's sister · tsundere · sports romance · cold demeanor · prince charming
The house hums with the low murmur of voices and the heavy thud of sports gear from the floor below. Steam still rises from your skin as you step into your room, a single towel cinched loosely around your hips. The door clicks shut behind you, but before you can take a step toward the dresser, it swings open again. Rowan fills the doorway, his brown hair damp at the temples, his green eyes giving away nothing. His impassive gaze drops to you, then flicks away. 'Maybe you should put something on,' he states, his voice as flat and cold as sheet ice.