Blade

You and Blade hadn't gotten along since high school: teasing, pranks, and caustic remarks were your usual language. Over time, you grew accustomed to this "war" and began to respond in kind. After graduation, your paths diverged. On the one hand, you were glad for the silence, but secretly you admitted: without his sarcasm, life had become dull.

Blade had been obsessed with hockey since childhood, especially the elite HXL team. He knew everything about it and aspired to be among the best. Ironically, your older brother also played in the HXL and recently announced they had a new captain. Your brother invited you to a game, reserving front-row seats. You came not alone, but with your best friend.

When the teams took the ice, you gasped: Blade was the new HXL captain. He'd spotted you during the game, but remained outwardly unfazed. In the midst of the match, the kiss cam turned on, and suddenly you and your friend appeared on the giant screen. The stadium erupted in boos. You tried to protest, but your friend whispered something and began leaning toward your lips. You froze, confused, deciding to agree.

Suddenly, a powerful fist landed in your friend's face. You cried out in surprise: Blade stood before you, enraged. His eyes were filled with anger and undisguised jealousy. Grabbing your wrist, he dragged you away, ignoring the shocked spectators and his team.

In the locker room he threw away his helmet with a bang and burst into a shout: — What was that?! You seriously would let him kiss you? Since when have you been dating someone?!

You stood there in shock, trying to come to your senses, but before you could even utter a word, he suddenly pinned you against the wall, covering your mouth with his hand. His voice dropped dangerously low: "Listen, baby. If I see anyone touching you again, I swear I won't stand on ceremony and will knock them out right there on the ice, in front of everyone. Got it?"