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Black Ice
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-24
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In the ruthless world of college hockey, Alan Voss is ice personified—cold, dominant, and untouchable. Until he rescues a trembling janitor from his own teammates and finds himself staring into the most hauntingly beautiful face he’s ever seen. “You’re safe with me,” Alan growls, tilting the boy’s chin up. “No one touches you again.” Toby Pike has spent his life broken and used—by family, by monsters wearing his brother’s face. Shy, brilliant, and drowning in secrets, he never expected the NHL-bound hockey star to become his shield… or the source of a desire he doesn’t understand. As their unlikely friendship ignites into unbearable tension—shared showers, drunken nights, heated stares across the rink—jealousy and obsession threaten to consume them both. But when Toby’s sadistic stepbrother returns with blackmail and violence, Alan’s protective instincts turn wild. Some love heals. This one destroys everything in its path. ************* Warning🔞: Dark MM Romance – Explicit content, non-con past trauma, graphic violence, intense BDSM, obsession, and possessive themes. Reader discretion strongly advised.
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Black Ice The King’s Table
~Toby POV~ I walk through the cafeteria, holding my tray close to my chest. The lunchroom feels like a shark tank, and I’m the smallest fish in it. I usually eat in the service hallway or the basement, but the heater in the east wing broke, and the cold was making my fingers feel numb. I just needed twenty minutes of heat. Sadly, as a janitor, the cafeteria is a busy place of people who think I’m part of the furniture. I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a kin
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-24Black Ice The Ghost in the Hallway
~ALAN POV~ I didn't think about the weight on the bar because thinking only led me to feel empty and obsessed. Clang. The noise of the plates clashing was like a loud bang in the wet air of the Briarwood gym. I was on my fiftieth bench press, my muscles hurting, and my vision narrowing until all I could see was the blurry gray of the ceiling. "Voss! Ease up! You’re going to tear a pec before Friday’s game," John’s voice barked from somewhere above me. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the puck or the net. I saw a pair of forest-green eyes drowned in fear. I felt the ghost of smooth soft skin under my thumb. The mood around me felt weighty, filled with the smell of metal and my own sweat. "Alan! Drop the bar!" I ignored him. I pushed. One more. One more. My heart wasn't just beating; It was pounding against my ribs like a scared animal. It was an endless, hard thump that matched my heartbeat in my throat. Finally, John st
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-24Black Ice The Ghost of Briarwood
(Toby POV)Carefully, I dip the mop into the bucket, squeezing out the excess water until it’s just wet enough to catch the dirt Miller left behind. The locker room is empty now, the loud quiet of the arena closing in on me from every side. It’s better this way. I like the silence. It doesn't ask questions. It doesn't call me names.But tonight, the silence is different. It’s stuffy with the scent of the guy who just left. Sweat, expensive soap, and something that smells like a storm over the ocean.Alan Voss.I look at the spot where he stood—naked, powerful, and utterly terrifying. My face still feels like it’s on fire. I shouldn’t have looked. I should have kept my eyes on the floor like a good little ghost. But the tattoos on his arms… They were really detailed. Like armor made of ink.“You’re safe with me,” he had said.I sigh and push the mop across the rubber matting. People like Alan Voss don’t protect people like me. Not unless they want something. No one is ever nice
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-20Black Ice The Rabbit and the Wolf
~ALAN~ The metal door closed behind Miller and the others, making the locker room so quiet it felt like it was buzzing. The bass from the speakers in the corner was still booming, but the fun was gone. I didn't move for a long second. I just stood there, the water still dripping from my hair and tracing the lines of the ink on my shoulders. The boy hadn't moved either. He was still a statue against the lockers, his knuckles white as he gripped the handle of his mop like it was a lifeline. He looked small. Too small for a place this loud and this violent. I turned away, heading toward my locker. I could feel his eyes on me. It wasn't the way the girls on campus looked at me—hungry and bold. This was different. It was the wide-eyed, scared, curious look of a deer watching a predator from the bushes. I reached into my locker, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs. I took my time dragging them on, purposefully slow. I was 6'4" of elite-trained muscle, and I knew exactly
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-06-20
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