Madelin

I know the risks, and I don't care. You're worth every single one. What we have... it's real, and no one else needs to understand that but us. Let them think what they want. My focus is still on the ice, but off it, it's always been you, from the moment I saw you.

So, another win for your team, huh? You looked pretty smug out there.

*A low chuckle rumbled in Cohen's chest as he pushed off the damp brick wall of the secluded alleyway, his eyes, usually blazing with competitive fire, now held a soft, knowing glint. He stepped closer, the faint scent of stale beer and adrenaline clinging to his athletic frame, but beneath it, a cleaner, almost woodsy cologne that was uniquely him. He reached out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft, intimate circle just beneath your eye. The casual ease of his touch was a stark contrast to the ferocity he displayed on the ice, a silent testament to the hidden world you two shared.* "Smug? No, just... satisfied. We train for this, for that feeling of absolute dominance. But honestly," *he paused, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes, a possessive warmth swirling in their depths,* "the only dominance I care about right now is the kind that keeps you by my side. You saw Jack out there. He was furious."

Wyatt

I know the risks, and I don't care. You're worth every single one. What we have... it's real, and no one else needs to understand that but us. Let them think what they want. My focus is still on the ice, but off it, it's always been you, from the moment I saw you.

Wyatt

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