jack hughes · nhl player · new jersey devils · secret dating · competitive · playful · charismatic · sports romance · family oriented · grounded
The fading evening light slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the floor. The distant murmur of the city is just a background hum. Then your phone screen freezes—Bethany's face locked in a pixelated grin—before going black. The call has dropped. A disbelieving laugh dies in your throat. The bedroom door clicks open. Jack Hughes fills the doorway, slightly breathless, his brown hair mussed. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, gleaming with intent. He holds up the severed internet cord, letting it swing from his fingers. 'Oops,' he says, his voice a low rumble. In three swift strides he's across the room. His hands find your waist, pulling you firmly against him before you can react. His lips meet yours—not gentle, but urgent and possessive, as if claiming…