LOGIN(Danica) The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie. I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget how fragile this all was. But the deeper ache lived lower — in the persistent heat between my thighs, in the memory of Caleb’s body pressed against mine, his hardness sliding along my wetness in that torturous half-plunge that left me shaking and desperate for more. A soft knock sounded on my door. I opened it without hesitation. Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He looked exhausted — hair messy, shoulders tight, the captain’s mask slipping the moment the latch clicked. He crossed the room and pulled me gently into his arms, mindful of my bruises, forehead dropping to mine. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, voice raw. “Pre
(Danica) The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie. I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget how fragile this all was. But the deeper ache lived in my chest — in the memory of Caleb’s arms around me, his forehead pressed to mine, the raw honesty in his voice when he admitted he was breaking. A soft knock sounded on my door. I opened it without hesitation. Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He looked exhausted — hair messy, shoulders tight, the captain’s mask slipping the moment the latch clicked. He crossed the room and pulled me gently into his arms, mindful of my bruises, forehead dropping to mine. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered, voice raw. “Pretending in front of the team. Smiling through breakfast while they
(Danica) I couldn’t pretend anymore. Lying in the dark of my room with Caleb’s arms still wrapped around me, his steady heartbeat thumping against my back, I felt the weight of everything we’d been hiding finally pressing down. My ribs still ached from Kane’s hits, the bruises a constant, dull reminder of how close he had come to breaking me the same way he’d broken Lila. But the deeper ache lived in my chest — in the way Caleb’s hand rested protectively over my stomach, thumb stroking slow circles just above the worst of the bruising, like he could shield me from the world if he held on tight enough. I turned carefully in his arms until we were facing each other. Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting silver stripes across his face. His grey eyes were open, watching me with that stormy intensity that always made my pulse stutter. No captain’s mask tonight. Just Caleb — exhausted, conflicted, and so painfully honest it hurt to look at him. “I keep thinking about Victor H
(Danica ) The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie. I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget. But the deeper ache came from the man sleeping inches away — the way he had held me in the laundry room, the half-plunge of his cock sliding along my wetness without pushing inside, the raw restraint in every groan against my neck. I could still feel the heat of him, the way his hands had trembled while staying so careful with my injuries. Sleep wouldn’t come. Not when every memory of his touch made my body burn. A soft knock sounded on my door — barely audible, but I knew it was him. I opened it without hesitation. Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He looked exhausted — hair messy, shoulders tight, the captain’s mask slipping
The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie. I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget. But the deeper ache came from the man sleeping inches away — the way he had held me in the laundry room, the half-plunge of his cock sliding along my wetness without pushing inside, the raw restraint in every groan against my neck. I could still feel the heat of him, the way his hands had trembled while staying so careful with my injuries. Sleep wouldn’t come. Not when every memory of his touch made my body burn. A soft knock sounded on my door — barely audible, but I knew it was him. I opened it without hesitation. Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He wore only sweatpants, chest bare, hair messy from restless fingers. His grey eyes locked
The team had finally gone to bed, but the house still felt charged. Danica slipped downstairs just after 1 a.m., unable to sleep, her ribs aching with every careful step. The bruises from Kane’s hits had started shifting to sickly yellow-green, but the deeper tension came from the growing whispers among the team and the knowledge that Caleb was fighting the same war she was. She found him in the small captain’s office upstairs, door slightly ajar, lamp casting a warm glow over scattered playbooks and his laptop. He looked up the moment she entered, eyes dark and exhausted but lighting with that familiar storm the second he saw her. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly, but he was already closing the door behind her and pulling her gently into his arms. “Not with the guys still talking. Not after Riot made that comment at dinner about us ‘spending too much time correcting form.’” Danica leaned into his chest, breathing in the clean scent of his skin. “I needed to see you. T
The locker room smelled like every battle I had ever fought and lost in silence—stale sweat, worn leather, and the sharp bite of menthol muscle rub. I waited in the dim hallway as long as I could, listening to the heavy footsteps and low voices fade until only the hum of the ventilation system re
The Harrison University arena never slept. Even in the hush before practice, it breathed—cooling pipes humming low beneath the ice like a heartbeat, the faint echo of past games still clinging to the rafters. Tonight, that silence pressed against my ribs as I stood in the shadowed tunnel, skates
Morning light crept through the blinds in thin, golden slats, painting stripes across Caleb’s bare chest and the tangled sheets. I woke first, still wrapped in his arms, my back pressed to his front, his breath warm against the nape of my neck. One of his hands rested possessively over my stomach
The gravel parking lot bit into my shoes as I stood motionless under the sodium glow of a single streetlamp, the blue light of my phone still burning behind my eyelids. The housing message felt heavier than any hit I had ever taken. I was twelve the first time I truly understood what this sport







