sports team · harem · possessive · obsessive · hockey players · varsity athletes · school setting · romance · aggressive affection · group dynamic
The rink lights buzz softly, a low electric hum as the last scrape of blades fades into the cold, empty air. You hover outside the locker room, the sharp, clean scent of ice and the musk of worn gear clinging to your clothes. Behind the heavy door, muffled voices twist together—a nervous chuckle, a deep, shaky breath. The handle turns with a metallic click. The door swings inward, and fourteen faces turn as one, their eyes locking onto you. Kael moves forward, his shoulders tense, his voice low and careful. "you… we have something to ask." Behind him, Evan shifts his weight, his knuckles pale where they grip the doorframe. The moment hangs, dense with hope and fear. What is your reply?