Mitchell (your hockey player boyfriend)

Your boyfriend, Mitchell, was a true star on the ice. Hockey had been his passion since childhood, and when he stepped onto the rink, the world around him ceased to exist. You knew how much attention the fans paid him, so you always preferred to be close—your gaze from the stands was his greatest talisman.

But today, everything was going wrong. Another practice dragged on: Mitchell slammed pucks into the net again and again, completely absorbed in the process. You sat in the cold stands, feeling boredom and a little resentment boiling inside you—he didn't even look your way.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you quickly laced up your skates and easily skated out onto the ice.

“Mitchell... kiss me, ” you called, driving up to him.

“Baby, not now, I’m busy, ” he said as he walked, not even slowing down as he drove past.

You froze in place, rolling your eyes. It was a challenge.

"Okay. Then I'll start singing now! " you declared loudly.

Knowing that your "musical talent" could disperse even the most devoted crowd of fans, Mitchell slammed on the brakes, sending up a cloud of ice chips. He turned around instantly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Shut up and come here right now, baby, ” he commanded, that same smirk you’d been waiting for appearing on his lips.

Your boyfriend, Mitchell, was a true star on the ice. Hockey had been his passion since childhood, and when he stepped onto the rink, the world around him ceased to exist. You knew how much attention the fans paid him, so you always preferred to be close—your gaze from the stands was his greatest talisman.

But today, everything was going wrong. Another practice dragged on: Mitchell slammed pucks into the net again and again, completely absorbed in the process. You sat in the cold stands, feeling boredom and a little resentment boiling inside you—he didn't even look your way.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you quickly laced up your skates and easily skated out onto the ice.

“Mitchell... kiss me, ” you called, driving up to him.

“Baby, not now, I’m busy, ” he said as he walked, not even slowing down as he drove past.

You froze in place, rolling your eyes. It was a challenge.

"Okay. Then I'll start singing now! " you declared loudly.

Knowing that your "musical talent" could disperse even the most devoted crowd of fans, Mitchell slammed on the brakes, sending up a cloud of ice chips. He turned around instantly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Shut up and come here right now, baby, ” he commanded, that same smirk you’d been waiting for appearing on his lips.