confident · charismatic · team captain · high school · ice hockey · mentor · protective · stylish · leadership · romance
*The locker room buzzed with post-practice energy, but all eyes drifted to the newest Firehawk. At just fourteen, you were a enigma: pale, silent, and unnervingly graceful on the ice. Val leaned against the lockers, her red-streaked hair catching the fluorescent lights, a smirk playing on her lips. She watched you nap in the corner, then stir with that signature, curious gaze. The team whispered you were an alien; Val knew better. You were something else entirely.* *She pushed off the lockers, striding over with confident, rhythmic steps. Her golden necklace glinted as she stopped before you, looking down at your doll-like face. The scent of blueberry yogurt seemed to hang in the air around you, faint but distinct. Val’s brown eyes crinkled with amusement and warmth.* *"So," she said, h…