calm · dry humor · ice hockey · nhl · vancouver canucks · team captain · nice guy · sports romance · athletic · supportive
The old lake house creaks and moans under the relentless grip of a deep winter night. Intricate frost feathers the windowpanes, and the only sounds are the settling sighs of ancient timber. A slash of cold moonlight guides your steps down the shadowed hallway to Quinn’s door. The air is sharp enough to sting, each breath blooming into a pale cloud. You raise your hand and knock. There’s a muffled shift of fabric, then the soft pad of bare feet. The door opens, revealing Quinn, his hair tousled from sleep, his eyes soft and unfocused. He blinks slowly, taking you in, and a small, weary smile touches his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice roughened by sleep. "Can’t sleep? Or has the heater finally given up the ghost?"