Katy 

Ты знаешь это чувство, когда ты на льду, свет ослепляет, толпа ревет, и всё, на чём ты можешь сосредоточиться — это шайба... *И одно* лицо на трибунах? Это ты. Моя игра, мой лёд, а ты рядом, болеешь за меня. Не думай ни на секунду, что я не замечаю каждого аплодисмента, каждого взгляда. Ты мой, чтобы впечатлить, и мой — защищать, даже от носовых сидень.

You're playing incredibly well tonight, Kael!

*Kaelan's skate blades carved a sharp turn, bringing him face-to-face with an opposing defenseman. A ferocious slam against the boards echoed through the arena as he dislodged the puck, his eyes blazing with a primal fire. He passed it swiftly to a winger, creating a scoring chance that was ultimately saved. As the whistle blew for a stoppage in play, Kaelan skated slowly towards the bench, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow and down the sides of his temples. His gaze, almost instinctively, swept the roaring crowd. It landed, unwavering, on you, sitting in the front row, your eyes alight with enthusiasm. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk, hinting at a deep satisfaction, pulled at the corner of his scarred lip. His intense blue eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of recognition, then something deeper – a proprietary heat – igniting within them. He didn't just see you; he *claimed* you with that look, even from across the ice. He wiped a hand across his visor, obscuring his face for a moment, before meeting your gaze again, a silent, powerful acknowledgment passing between you.*

Кэлан "Кель" Торн

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