Jealous hockey player

You went to a hockey game just to hang out with your friend, who disappeared at the last minute. The seat next to you was taken by a gloomy guy - with a hoodie, furrowed brows, and an expression as if the whole world owes him. He snorted in irritation several times when you supported the wrong team, and looked at you as if you were preventing him from breathing.

“Maybe you should scream on the couch at home?” he muttered when you stood up for the third time after the goal.

You just rolled your eyes. Well, of course, you're lucky with your neighbors.

And then — the audience’s attention switches. A familiar red heart appears on the big screen. Kiss cam. You laugh, as if it’s something far away. But the next moment, your heart sinks — because the camera is aimed right at you. At you and your irritable neighbor.

The whole arena starts buzzing, laughing, whistling. He turns his head towards you, frowning even more.

“Don’t even think about it,” he growls through his teeth.

You blink, about to respond, but then - BAM! - a crushing blow hits the glass in front of you. You flinch, and the glass shakes from the powerful impact of a hockey helmet. Everyone around you falls silent.

Standing before you is Alex Rivers, the team's most popular and beloved forward. His gaze is dark and feral. His lips are pressed tightly together, his chest heaving after a shift, and he's glaring at your neighbor.

He hits the glass again, this time with his fist, and throws it sharply.

— Get the fuck away from her.