LOGINEthan Oliver Harrison's POVI couldn’t find the bathroom. I should have just asked someone for directions, but I was too angry to think straight. Angry at everything. At Kane’s family for looking at me like I was dirt under their expensive shoes. At myself for thinking I could handle this world that wasn’t mine. I felt trapped, like I had wandered into someone else’s life and couldn’t find the exit.“You lost?”A woman’s voice stopped me in the long hallway. I turned around with a polite smile already forming, but it died the second I saw her face.“Hello, Miss Geneva,” I said quietly.She hissed out a laugh. “Wow, you even know my name. You must be Ethan. Canada’s best hockey player.” Her eyes moved over me slowly, like she was sizing up something she wanted to crush. “I didn’t believe it at first when I heard Kane was with you. But now that I see you… I’m not surprised. You always seemed a little off. At that gala last year, I felt something between you two, but I didn't pay attenti
Daniel's POVHoneymoon has two meanings, and I think I completely guessed the wrong one this time.When Carl suggested we go on a honeymoon, my mind filled with beautiful images. Soaking together in a luxurious bathtub somewhere in Mali, watching the city lights sparkle from a balcony in Paris, or sharing fancy meals under the stars in Spain. Instead, here we were in a rundown neighborhood in Toronto. I had sunglasses on like some kind of fugitive, trying not to draw attention as we walked down a street that looked like it had seen better days decades ago.“This is definitely not the honeymoon I imagined,” I muttered under my breath. “There is nothing honey or moon about this place.”Carl must have caught the look of pure disgust on my face because he turned to me with an apologetic expression. “I am so sorry about this. I know this is way below what you expected. To you it probably feels like we are in the middle of nowhere in some forgotten neighborhood. But there is something here
Kane Hau Alexander's POVThe dining room felt suffocating from the moment we walked in. The long oak table, polished silverware, and crystal glasses looked too familiar. I had escaped from this mansion years ago, but now, I'm voluntarily entering. Ethan sat beside me, stiff as a board, his shoulders tense under the simple button-up he’d chosen. I could see the way his eyes darted around, taking in the massive chandelier, the original paintings on the walls, the quiet judgment radiating from every corner.“You good?” I whispered, leaning close enough that only he could hear.He nodded, but the doubt in his eyes said otherwise. “When she said it like that, it sounded scary,” he murmured under his breath, probably thinking back to Shula’s warnings. I squeezed his knee under the table, wishing I could do more.Before I could say anything else, my mother glided over with a tray of pastries like she was playing the perfect hostess. She placed it in front of Ethan with a sweet smile that di
Carl's POV“What’s eating me up? Isn’t it obvious?” Daniel’s voice dropped to a whisper, like he was scared the rest of the bar might hear. “I don’t want you to switch teams.”I wasn’t surprised. I’d suspected that was the real fear underneath all his anger. Still, hearing him say it out loud was different. I leaned in a little closer across the small booth, the sticky table between us forgotten.“Daniel, who do you think will be the first openly gay couple in hockey?” I asked, catching him completely off guard.He furrowed his brows, confused. “How the hell is that related to what we’re talking about?”I didn’t answer right away. I held his gaze, waiting for his response. The noise of the bar: clinking glasses, low laughter from the remaining teammates, faded into the background. After a long pause, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.“I don’t know. You’re already one of the first openly gay players, so… maybe you’ll get that too,” he said with a grimace, like the words tasted
Daniel's POVI stepped back into the bar after a quick smoke outside, the hazy air and low music hitting me all at once. My eyes landed on Carl and Derrick talking in the corner. At first I thought they were having another one of their usual arguments, but then Derrick put his hands on Carl’s shoulders, and Carl… he was smiling. Actually smiling.“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered under my breath, blood boiling as I stormed over.Jealousy hit me like a truck. The only thing running through my head was punching Derrick so hard he’d never see straight again. How fucking dare he? For years that asshole bullied Ethan and me, throwing slurs around like confetti even when he wasn’t sure about our sexuality. Now the whole world knows about his own messy shit, and he’s trying to cozy up to Carl? Pathetic.“Yo, Derrick!” I snarled, cocking my fist back to smash it into his face.Before I could land the hit, a strong hand grabbed my arm, stopping me. I turned my head slowly. It was Carl.“
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“When she says it like that, it does sound scary. His parents don’t bite, right? Why the overdramatic warning then?”Those thoughts raced through my head as Shula spoke. She was genuinely sweet, but everything she kept saying about Kane’s parents sounded too unbelievable, and way too terrifying.I didn’t voice any of it in front of her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I grabbed Kane’s hand and dragged him toward the washroom instead.“What is going on?” I asked the second we were alone. “Did you tell Shula to scare the shit out of me? Because it’s really working.”Kane furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Why would I do that?” He paused, rubbing his chin. “Look, my family has always been horrible to Shula. I don’t think she’s trying to scare you on purpose. She’s just worried. If she doesn’t warn you about what my life is really like, my parents might hurt you.”He took a step closer. I instinctively moved back.“I like how you dragged me. It was so hot and
Ethan Oliver Harrison's Point of View:I threw the last of my suitcase into my booth, ignoring the ‘fragile please be careful’ label. My blood was boiling, and I just wanted to get away from everyone as quickly as possible. I had thought that my encounter with Lambert was a nightmare, but after re
Kane Hau Alexander's POVPRESENT (Three days after the weekend)"No! Come on!" I growled, hitting my fist on the wall. My eyes were fixed on the television screen.I leaned forward on the couch, my elbows resting on my knees as the sports channel replayed the moment again. Ethan’s stick swung acros
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVI closed my eyes and opened them, hoping that my experience with Lambert was all in my imagination. But it wasn't and as soon as I opened my eyes reality hit me hard. I had stood in front of Lambert. He had looked me in the eyes and vowed to…****THREE DAYS EARLIERWhe
BACK TO PRESENT: Three Days LaterEthan Oliver Harrison's POVA male commentator with a calm voice: “And that's a wrap-up for the first half of the game between the Canadian hockey team and China. The score is not looking good for Canada, and Ethan, their captain, looks frustrated. He is not focuse







