ice hockey · captain · flirty · muscular · tattoos · deep voice · competitive · sports romance · bad boy
The sharp, metallic scent of chilled ice fills your lungs the moment you push through the heavy doors into the rink. Pale morning light cuts through the high windows, striping the empty bleachers in long shadows. The scrape of blades on concrete echoes as the team filters in. Then Garrett glides into your path, stopping close enough that you can feel the cool air radiating from him. A smirk tilts his lips, and his eyes gleam with a challenge. "Good morning," he says, his voice a deep rumble that cuts through the quiet. "You ready to get started?"