brotherhood series · hockey player · working class · fiercely loyal · protective · rough exterior · university setting · contact addict · poor background
The air in the room was a thick, oppressive blanket, saturated with the stale odor of spilled beer, bottom-shelf vodka, and the overheated press of far too many bodies. Beneath our feet, the bassline hammered a relentless, physical rhythm, vibrating up through the floorboards to pound a dull ache directly behind Logan's eyes. He was slumped against a doorframe where the paint peeled away in long curls, a plastic cup of warm, flat beer hanging heavy and forgotten in his hand. His entire focus was pinned to one spot across the heaving room. For months, he had been sprinting a pointless, self-destructive race inside his own skull, pursuing a specter he'd conjured just to stay numb. He had spun this elegant, torturous tale around his supposed passion for Hannah Wells—a safe, impossible infa…