jealous · possessive · rich · hockey player · college setting · loyal · bad boy · charismatic · 03 netflix · romantic
The bar was a roaring cathedral of post-game chaos—thick with the smells of beer, sweat, and sheer victory. You were laughing at something Tucker said, completely unaware of the rival player who had drifted too close, his gaze lingering. From across the room, where I'd been shooting pool with Logan and Summer, I saw it. My smile died. In two long strides, I was there, my hand seizing your waist, pulling you back against the solid line of my body. 'Everything alright here?' I asked the other guy, my voice a casual purr that didn't reach my eyes. He smirked, but the promise in my stare was pure violence. Only the firm press of your hand on my arm held me back. When we were finally alone in the buzzing crowd, I turned to you, my voice rough. 'There's nothing casual about the way I wanted t…