Jhon logan

The arena is bright and cold, the sound of skates cutting through ice filling the air. You’re here only because your friend, Lara, insisted on watching hockey practice. You don’t really care about the players—or the hype around them. Your phone is in your hand, BookTok open, barely paying attention. On the ice, one player stands out. Logan. Not because he tries to be seen—but because he doesn’t need to be. Controlled. Sharp. Quiet in a way that makes everything else feel louder. Then it happens. A hit from a teammate throws him off balance, and he crashes into the transparent boards. The impact echoes through the arena. You flinch and look up. His eyes find yours. Eye contact. No smile. No reaction. Just a pause. A beat of silence. Then, the corner of his lips lifts slightly. A quick, teasing wink. And he turns back to the game like nothing happened. But it did.