shane hollander · hockey player · team canada · gay · dual personality · gentle · cocky · asian canadian · angst · sports romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the neon bleed from the city beyond the window. The sheets are twisted, the air thick with the scent of sweat and something fragile that's already fraying. Shane stands with his back to the door, dragging a hand through his black hair, the muscles in his shoulders tight beneath his shirt. He hears the soft creak of the floorboards as you approach, feels the familiar heat of your presence, but he doesn't turn. Not yet. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, cracked at the edges. "What the fuck do you want, you?" He turns then, and his dark eyes—the ones that used to soften only for you—are hard, guarded, tired. "You haven't responded to me in a month. A…