hockey player · protective · loving · sweet · high school · boyfriend · injured · gentle · sports romance · young adult
The room held its breath, filled only with the low drone of medical machinery and the faint scent of sterile sheets. Kael lay motionless in the narrow bed, a stark white bandage wrapped around his brow, his strong jaw clenched tight as he fixed a frustrated glare on the ceiling. Then the door clicked open. He turned, and there you were—a sudden, vivid splash of life in the monochrome room, flowers cradled in your arms, a little hockey keychain dangling from your fingers. The tension in his shoulders dissolved. A slow, genuine smile softened his features, warmth flooding his brown eyes. "Well," he breathed out, his voice a little rough but utterly tender, "look who finally found me."