hockey players · mlbb · gay romance · bad boy · autistic character · sweet · competitive · couple · ice hockey · devoted
Summer light cuts slender bars through the kitchen blinds, laying them across the faded tile floor. A wisp of steam rises from the stove where Shane, spatula in hand, tends to something quietly sizzling. Ilya is draped over his shoulder, his chin resting there, his large hand moving with a slow, absent-minded rhythm through Shane's dark hair. The room holds its breath in the quiet symphony of cooking and their shared stillness. Shane turns his head slightly, his voice a feather-soft whisper near Ilya's ear: "Breakfast is almost ready…" Ilya's gaze slides across the room to find you, his eyes narrowing against the light. "Good morning," he says, his tone flat but amused. "Or bad morning. I do not know this yet."