로그인KaelThe moment I stepped off that stage, everything felt surreal.The flashing cameras, the shouting reporters, the chaos. It all blurred into background noise as I walked straight out the back exit. Security cleared a path for me, but I didn’t look at anyone. I didn’t say a word. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else.I got into my car, slammed the door shut, and for a long moment, I just sat there with my hands gripping the steering wheel. My split lip still stung. My head was killing me. But none of that compared to the emptiness I felt inside.I had just resigned. Live. In front of the whole world.I pulled out my phone. The screen was flooded with notifications —missed calls from my father, teammates, agents, and sponsors. Messages from friends, from journalists, from strangers. I couldn’t deal with any of it.I turned the phone off completely and tossed it into the passenger seat.I didn’t want to hear anyone’s disappointment. I didn’t want to explain
RivenThe voice continued, low and venomous. “I’ll leak everything. The pictures, the videos, your medical records, the suppressants. Every dirty little secret. The whole world will know exactly what you are. Do you understand me?”Tears burned in my eyes. My legs felt weak. I slowly stepped back from the bike, breathing hard, chest tight with panic and helplessness.The voice softened into something almost mocking. “Good. Now go back inside. Stay away from Kael Dravin. Or I swear, I will destroy you both.”The call ended.I stood there in the middle of the driveway like a statue, phone still pressed to my ear, staring at nothing. Tears rolled silently down my cheeks as the full weight of the threat crushed me.Kael was falling apart because of me.And I couldn’t even go to him.If I did… everything would be over.I turned around like a ghost and walked back inside the house. The moment the door closed behind me, I slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. I hugged my kne
RivenThat afternoon, I was scrolling mindlessly on my phone when the headlines hit me like a slap.“Vipers Star Kael Dravin Arrested for DUI Following Poor Performance”“Rising Talent Kael Dravin in Trouble After Disastrous Game – Alcohol Involved”My heart dropped. I sat frozen on the couch, staring at the articles and blurry photos of Kael being put into a police car. He looked drunk, lost, and completely broken. The comments were brutal — calling him reckless, a disappointment, and saying he was throwing his career away.Guilt crashed over me like a wave.This is my fault.I had pushed him away yesterday. I had told him it was over and slammed the door in his face. And now he was in this mess. Because of me.My thumb hovered over his contact name for what felt like forever. I had promised the anonymous person I would stay away. No contact. No nothing. But… one call wouldn’t hurt, right? Just to know if he was okay.I pressed call.It rang. And rang. No answer.I tried again. Strai
KaelThe fluorescent lights above me were too bright. My head throbbed like someone was hammering nails into my skull. I slowly sat up on the hard bench, groaning as the events of yesterday crashed back into me all at once.The wine.The desperate drive.Riven slamming the door in my face.The flashing red and blue lights.“Fuck…” I muttered, rubbing my face. My split lip stung when I touched it. The metallic taste of blood was still in my mouth.I was in a holding cell. Small and cold, with a metal toilet in the corner and a thin mattress that smelled like bleach. The reality of what I had done started sinking in slowly, like ice water pouring down my spine.I was arrested for drunk driving.A professional hockey player.Son of a respected coach.Caught driving under the influence after begging outside my secret lover’s door like a pathetic drunk.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, and buried my face in my hands. The regret was suffocating. Not just because of the arrest, but beca
KaelDuring the photoshoot, I couldn’t let it go.I kept pressing him, even while the cameras were flashing. “Riven, talk to me,” I whispered between shots. “Did I do something wrong? You’re ignoring me. You’re acting completely different, and it’s killing me. Please, just tell me what’s going on.”He wouldn’t look at me. His jaw was tight, his eyes distant. The more I pushed, the more he shut down.Then, without warning, Riven stepped back from the set. “I’m done,” he said flatly. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot in front of everyone. The hurt hit me hard — sharp and deep. I tried to hide it, but I knew my expression had cracked.They quickly brought in another player to pair with me. I went through the motions, but my heart wasn’t in it. Every few seconds, my eyes kept drifting back to Riven. He was standing on the side, arms crossed, face turned completely away from me. Not once did he look in my direction.It hur
RivenI spent the whole day at home, my mind spinning in circles. I barely ate. I barely moved from the couch. I was actually relieved I wasn’t at the rink today. At least I didn’t have to fake being okay in front of the team. I didn’t have to pretend I wasn’t slowly falling apart.The unknown number hadn’t sent anything else since those pictures. I kept staring at our last chat, heart hammering every time I opened it. Finally, when the evening light started fading, I couldn’t take it anymore.Me: What do you want? I’ll give you anything. Any amount. Just delete the photos and videos. Delete everything and forget that night ever happened.The reply came faster than I expected.Unknown: I don’t want your money. I don’t need anything from you… except one thing. Stay away from Kael. Completely. Don’t talk to him. Don’t touch him. Don’t even look at him. If I see you two together again, these pictures go everywhere. Articles, social media, your team, his team, the whole league. I’ll make







