MasukChase lingered outside the door of Eli's room for only a few minutes before he went back down and found his father, standing near the tall windows in the study, a cup of black coffee in one hand, gazing out at the manicured grounds as though the events of the past hour had merely been another business meeting. Morning light poured through the towering windows, washing the room in gold, but nothing about it felt warm anymore. "Have you two spoken?" Adrian asked, turning only slightly to look at his son."No," Chase stopped a few feet inside the room. “He won’t talk to me.”Adrian regarded him quietly before giving a slow, almost approving nod, his voice, calm and almost pleased. "Good. He's beginning to think clearly."That single word settled over the room like ice and Chase frowned. "Good? You practically kidnapped and imprisoned his brother.""I relocated his brother and provided superior medical care.""You really believe there's a difference?" Chase laughed once but it held no am
The fire continued to crackle inside the marble fireplace, its orange glow dancing across the polished floor where Noah still knelt. His wrists remained behind his back, numb from the restraints. His ribs throbbed where Adrian's guard had struck him and his shoulder ached from hitting the floor, but he barely felt any of it. There was only one thought left in his mind.Eli.The men were gone and Adrian was gone. Only Chase remained.He stood several feet away, one hand unconsciously touching the red mark blooming across his cheek where his father had slapped him. Neither of them spoke and neither looked at the other.A full minute slipped by before Noah finally broke the silence."...Is Eli really upstairs?" he asked, voice barely audible.Chase didn't answer immediately. Not because he didn't want to, but because he honestly didn't know. His father rarely lied, but he manipulated, controlled and twisted truth until it became something else entirely.Slowly, he reached inside his jacke
Chase eased his car to the curb a short distance from Yost Ice Arena. He kept the engine running, with one hand on the wheel, and the other resting loosely on the gear shift. He didn’t look at Noah when he spoke.“Go straight in.”"You don't have to do this," Noah said at last, one hand on the door handle."I'm not asking." The firmness in Chase’s voice surprised Noah, but there wasn't any arrogance in his expression. “Just go. Text me when practice ends.”Noah studied him for several long seconds before slowly nodding. He opened the door, climbed out, and shut the door. For a moment he simply stood on the sidewalk before Chase pulled the car forward, red taillights glowing in the pale light as it accelerated down the street. Noah stood there, watching those lights until they disappeared around the corner, then he turned and started walking toward the arena. He never noticed the black SUV parked farther down the street, nor the men watching quietly from inside.Chase arrived at the vil
Confession time...!🤧I don't know what I'm doing anymore.😭Wait, no. I mean, I know, 🙄 but like, I don't quite know how to continue from here😴. No, seriously. I am sitting here with my laptop open, staring at the blinking cursor like a personal insult I don't know how to reply.I know Noah is going to practice. I know Chase is going to face his father. I know those two things are happening. And yet my brain has decided to short-circuit like a cheap charger in the rain😴. Like, how should that play out?🤷♀Let's forget Noah for now; he's going for practice. What's going to happen there is pretty basic. Predictable. Dramaless😑. So we’re putting Noah on the ice and leaving him there for now.The real problem is waiting in that cold, expensive villa. Chase and his father😏. Should there be some aggression? A whole lot of pure, unfiltered aggression? Should I let Adrian stay terrifyingly calm while Chase slowly loses his mind? Or both of them be calm and rational?—No, wait, scrap that
The first thing Noah became aware of was warmth. It wasn’t the heavy duvet tangled around his legs, it was Chase. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he had woken beside someone without immediately feeling the need to run.He lay still. Chase was asleep on his side of the bed, one arm stretched carelessly across the mattress, dark hair falling over his forehead in complete disarray. His breathing was slow and even, the tension that usually lived permanently in his shoulders nowhere to be found.It almost didn't look like him. No captain, no heir to an empire, no arrogant hockey star. Just Chase, and Noah found himself studying him far longer than he intended. His eyes traced the faint mark beneath Chase's jaw where he'd kissed him the night before. His throat still looked slightly reddened and guilt flickered briefly through Noah before disappearing beneath something warmer. Affection.The realization struck him hard. Somewhere between running from Adrian, the argument
Chase rolled away weakly, trying to push himself up, but Noah circled the desk with predatory grace. He pressed him down firmly and worked Chase’s jeans open, shoving them down along with his boxers. Chase’s cock sprang free, heavy and leaking. Noah wrapped a hand around him, stroking slow and firm while kissing down his chest, tongue flicking over a nipple until Chase was writhing.“Noah… shit…”Chase’s hand tangled in Noah’s hair as he took him into his mouth in one smooth glide. Wet heat enveloped him, tongue swirling, throat relaxing. Noah sucked him deep, hollowing his cheeks, eyes locked upward with wicked satisfaction. Chase’s hips bucked involuntarily, but Noah held him down, controlling the pace.When Noah finally pulled off with a wet pop, Chase was trembling. He grabbed lube from the nightstand, clearly prepared, and slicked his fingers.“Open for me,” Noah ordered softly and Chase obeyed, spreading his legs. He worked him open with careful but insistent fingers, two then th
By the time Noah reached the university, morning had already settled in fully, bright and indifferent to everything he had endured just hours before. the school felt like a different world entirely, much too normal and too untouched. He knew he was late and he didn’t need to check the time to confi
The icy night air struck Noah the moment he stepped outside the building, filling his lungs with a cold that felt almost deliberate, and it was not just the temperature. It was the kind of cold that seemed to carry intent, as if the night itself were watching him.Behind him, the door closed with a
There were cracks in the ceiling. Noah had already counted them three times already. They stretched like thin veins across the pale surface, splitting, branching, disappearing into shadows where the weak bulb in the corner couldn’t reach. He looked at them with unfocused eyes, his body still, as if
The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, c







