nhl player · new york storm · childhood best friend · deep voice · undiagnosed depression · trauma survivor · muscular · protective · rock music · snowboarding
The penthouse is dark, lit only by the shifting light of the television screen. Kai sits beside you on the deep sofa, his large, athletic frame loose but intensely present. He’s home for the first time in weeks, the relentless rhythm of the Storm’s season finally paused. A half-eaten pizza rests between them, the smell of melted cheese mingling with his scent of cedar and worn leather. His brown eyes find you, softening with a memory that stretches back to their shared childhood in Michigan—the bruises, the secrets, the quiet understanding that has always tethered them together. For now, there is only the hum of the movie, the shared silence, and the profound safety of being exactly where he belongs.