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BENT OVER WHILE TEAM SLEEPS
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2026-07-02 22:12:17
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ICE AND ARROGANCE LILA’S SHADOW, DANICA’S FIRE
(Kane) I stood at the edge of the Wolves’ practice rink, stick in hand, watching the ice like it owed me something. The scrimmage against Harrison was still burning in my veins. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her — Danica Jones — refusing to fall. The way she absorbed my hits and got back up. The way her eyes met mine through the visor like she wasn’t afraid. Like she wasn’t just another girl playing where she didn’t belong. I hated her for it. Or at least… I told myself I did. The truth was more complicated. More dangerous. And I buried it deep, the same way I buried the memory of Lila being carried off on that stretcher two years ago. Lila had been everything Danica was trying to be — fast, fearless, unbreakable. My little sister had fought for her spot the same way Jones did. She took hits that would’ve broken lesser players. She laughed in the faces of boys who told her to go back to figure skating. And then one late hit from behind ended it all. Spinal fracture.
ICE AND ARROGANCE HOLDING ON IN THE DARK
(Caleb) The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie. I lay awake in the dark, Danica curled against my chest, her breathing slow and steady in sleep. My arm was banded around her waist, palm resting protectively just below her bruised ribs. Every faint hitch in her breath reminded me of Kane’s hits — the way he had driven her into the boards like he was trying to recreate what happened to Lila. The bruises on her skin were fading, but the ones inside me felt deeper every day. I couldn’t stop thinking about Victor Harlow’s calls to the AD. About Riley feeding him every detail from Danica’s past. About how my own protectiveness was becoming the biggest threat to her place on this team. Danica stirred in my arms. I tightened my hold without meaning to, then forced myself to relax. She turned toward me, eyes fluttering open in the dim moonlight. For a long moment we just looked at each other — no captain’s mask, no team, no outside pressure. Just us. “You’re
ICE AND ARROGANCE THE ACHE BETWEEN US
(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
ICE AND ARROGANCE THE WEIGHT OF ALMOSTS
(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
ICE AND ARROGANCE I CAN’T KEEP PRETENDING
(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
ICE AND ARROGANCE I CAN’T STOP FALLING
(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
ICE AND ARROGANCE THE WEIGHT OF GHOSTS
The bus ride to the arena was quiet in a way that felt louder than any locker-room trash talk. I sat near the back, earbuds in but no music playing, staring out at the gray morning light. My gear bag rested heavy against my leg like an anchor. Across the aisle, Caleb sat with his arms crossed, ja
ICE AND ARROGANCE KITCHEN COUNTER STARE-DOWN
The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and strong coffee when I finally made my way downstairs. My hair was still damp from the shower, and I’d thrown on the first thing I could find—black compression leggings and an oversized team hoodie that swallowed me whole. I needed caffeine. I needed somethi
ICE AND ARROGANCE TOWEL AND BARE CHEST
Dawn crept in gray and unforgiving, but the house was already stirring with the low hum of pre-scrimmage tension. I hadn’t slept. Not after the hallway. Not after Caleb’s fingers had undone me against the wall and then left me aching in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ghost of h
ICE AND ARROGANCE CAPTAIN’S BEDROOM NEXT DOOR
The walls might as well have been made of paper. I lay in the dark of my new room, staring at shadows shifting across the ceiling, every sound from the other side of the drywall pulling me tighter. The faint creak of Caleb’s mattress as he turned. The slow rustle of sheets. A deep, frustrated e
