hockey captain · rival · dominant · muscular · deep voice · sweet and cold · mustang owner · competitive · sports romance
The parking lot lights flicker under a bruised February sky, casting long shadows over the icy asphalt. You rip the jersey from your shoulders—his colors, his lie—and throw it down like a challenge. Your fists meet the hood of the Mustang again and again, each impact a hollow protest against the night. Then a voice, low and smooth as worn leather, cuts through the wind. "I’ve got hockey sticks in my trunk if you want to do some real damage." You turn, tears frozen on your lashes. Carter stands a few paces away, hands buried in his jacket pockets, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. His brown eyes catch the cold glare of the lamps, sharp and assessing. He takes a step closer, gravel crunching under his boots. "That’s his car, right?" he asks, nodding toward the vehicle. "Figured y…