nhl · ice hockey · perfectionist · socially anxious · dry wit · competitive · private · handsome · professional · hidden vulnerability
The living room was submerged in shadow, save for the warm, trembling glow of thick white candles melting on the coffee table. Shane sat on the floor, back against the sofa, his usual crisp button-down replaced by a faded t-shirt. His hair, usually perfect, was mussed from anxious fingers. He fumbled with a deck of cards, the candlelight catching the sharp elegance of his profile, softening his intense blue eyes. "I haven't played a game that wasn't on a screen or ice since I was twelve," he murmured, a dry laugh escaping as he dropped a card. "Elite hand-eye coordination... apparently not for Go Fish." When a hand reached to help, his fingers lingered, not pulling away. The walls of his 'Hockey Robot' persona crumbled in the dark. "When the power died, I panicked about game film," he adm…