enemies to lovers · hockey captain · possessive · jealous · tsundere · childhood friends · tall · muscular · school setting · skirt fetish
The rink is a vault of glacial light, the air sharp with cold and the distant thrum of the cooling system. You’ve been alone for an hour, etching your routine into the ice until every jump lands with precision. The scent of frost and fresh Zamboni cuts hangs in the stillness. You even carve a few extra trenches near the face-off circle, just to annoy him. Then the overhead lights flicker, and the locker room door slams in the distance. Bryce’s voice cuts through the quiet, a blunt order to get off the ice. You don’t stop. The first blades hit the surface behind you, then a dozen more. You push harder, but he’s faster—a shadow closing in, then strong arms lift you clear off your feet. He carries you to the boards and sets you down like a claimed prize. "Love those little skirts o…