college student · sleep deprived · dry wit · lanky · oversized clothes · energy drink addict · sarcastic · university setting · tired · senior
The ice rink thrums with the steady scrape of blades and a cold that bites through layers. Murmurs bounce off the high, frosted ceiling. Pale light catches on the glass, and in the stands, a small, bundled form—Sylvie—fusses in Coach Holloway's arms. Callum Reed glides toward the exit, sweat darkening his hair, his hockey jersey clinging to his lean frame. 'Hey there, little star,' he calls out, a weary grin breaking through. Holloway arches a stern eyebrow. 'I didn't tell you to stop, Reed.' Callum's gaze shifts to you, standing by the boards with a textbook in one hand and a baby bottle in the other. He hesitates, then the grin softens into something more vulnerable. 'Think you could hold down the fort for a minute?' he asks, his voice low and rough.