MasukEthan Oliver Harrison's POVThe referee hadn't dropped the puck yet, but my eyes kept drifting toward Kane.He stood across the ice, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to loosen them. Every few seconds, his gaze wandered toward the stands before he forced it back to the rink.I followed his line of sight. He was staring at his family.So they had actually come.Kane always claimed he didn't care what they thought anymore. Maybe he believed that most days. But seeing them here, watching him, expecting him to win — it was different. Even from where I stood, I could tell they'd gotten under his skin.My gaze shifted to another section of the arena. My parents were there too. Just not for me. They were dressed in Team America's colors, holding banners and cheering with everyone else.I looked away before they noticed me."What are you staring at?" Daniel asked as he skated over.I nodded toward the stands. "The girl with the bunny headband."Daniel followed my gaze, then raised an e
Kane Hau Alexander's POVThe arena was already alive by the time we arrived.Thousands of voices merged into a deafening roar that echoed through the concrete corridors beneath the stands. They hadn't even announced the starting lineup yet, but the chants had already begun. Some shouted my name. Others called for Team America. A few had started chanting Ethan's name.Normally, this was my favorite part. Before every game, I'd linger in the tunnel, wave at the fans, flirt shamelessly with a few girls, and make sure Ethan caught me doing it just to get under his skin. He always pretended not to care, but the glare he'd send me afterward made the teasing worthwhile.Today, I walked straight past the crowd. I wasn't in the mood. I hadn't been since yesterday.Ethan hadn't answered any of my calls, and deep down, I already knew why.I pushed open the locker room door and sat down without saying a word.Around me, my teammates talked louder than usual. Some were stretching. Others checked a
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV The ride passed quietly. I watched the city move outside the window, but I barely paid attention to anything around me.By the time we arrived, the sky had already started darkening.The air was cooler here. A light breeze moved through the trees, carrying the smell of damp earth and freshly cut grass.I pulled out my phone and checked the location Lilly had sent me weeks ago.After walking for a few minutes, I found it. ‘Lambert Clementine’. I stopped in front of the headstone.Someone had been here recently. Fresh sunflowers rested at the base of the grave. The stems were still green, and the ground around the headstone had been cleared of weeds.Someone had taken care of this place. I wondered who.I stood there for a minute. Then I slowly sat on the grass. I had promised myself I would never come back here. Yet here I was.“I never thought I would visit you again,” I said quietly.The words felt strange. Not because they were untrue. But because I had
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVOne Day Before the ChampionshipThe briefing room felt smaller than usual.Coach Marshall stood at the front with a thick file in his hands. He passed copies around while talking about formations, weak spots on the American side, and what he expected from every line.Most of the guys listened carefully. A few took notes while others nodded along.I sat near the end of the table with my hands hidden beneath it.Daniel leaned closer. “Are you nervous?”I shook my head.The truth was, I had been picking at the skin on my left wrist for the past hour. It was already raw, and every time I caught myself doing it, I would stop for a few seconds before my hand found its way back there.I pressed my thumb over the sore spot and forced myself to focus on Coach Marshall.“...if they overload the left side, don't chase the puck. Trust your defense and stay in position.”I nodded along with everyone else, even though I had only caught half of what he said.When the meet
Kane Hau Alexander's POVFour Days Before the Championship:I turned over sluggishly, still half asleep.The room was dimly lit, and for a moment, I couldn't make out anything around me. Then I heard a quiet sniffle.My brows furrowed. I reached across the bed, expecting to feel Ethan beside me, but my hand met nothing.My eyes immediately flew open. I clapped twice, and the lights came on. I looked around the room until my eyes landed on him.Ethan was sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. His head rested on his knees, and every now and then, another sniffle escaped him. He was crying.I climbed out of bed and slowly walked over to him."Oli," I called softly as I crouched beside him. "What's wrong?"He didn't answer. I waited a few seconds before calling him again."Oli."Still nothing.I gently placed a hand on the back of his neck and lifted his head. My chest tightened. His eyes were bloodshot, and tear tracks stained his cheeks.How long had he been crying?I brush
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVI exchanged a quick glance with Kane.**Tell him already. Come on.**Kane caught the look immediately, but he acted as though he had no idea what I meant. Judging from the faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he was enjoying the miserable expression on Carl's face.The moment Carl saw us, he'd assumed Daniel wasn't coming. I'd wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn't give me the chance. Every time I tried to say something, he'd already moved on.I glanced at Carl again. He was staring out the window."Are you alright?" I asked.He nodded without looking at me. "Yeah."He said just one word, and I wasn't convinced.He'd turned his face toward the window, but every now and then, I caught the faint shine of tears before he quickly wiped them away.I sighed and pulled out my phone.>This is unfair, Kane. Tell him already.*The message was marked as read almost immediately.A few seconds later, Kane replied.>Let's not spoil their fun. The build-up
Kane Hau's POV“Ethan Oliver Harrison.” That name rolls smoothly off my lips. It has been in my mind for years, distracting me and occupying my thoughts.As he kissed me, I could taste his innocence, and it brought a smile to my face. “Finally, I’m savoring my innermost desire.” I giggled between ou
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he whispered seductively in the dimly lit room, and I froze. The windows were open, letting in a cool breeze, and although I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew he was wearing that mischievous smirk of his.“Go to hell, Kane. What makes you think I’d suck you?
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVI barely had time to breathe before one of the United States's players hit me with his thick shoulder, causing me to stumble. We were halfway through the match, but my body already felt like I had run a marathon. I had been targeted by my opponents over five times, and br
Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVIf reluctance were a person, it would be me. I checked the hallway three separate times before slipping out, praying none of my teammates noticed me leaving. Everyone else was warming up: stretching, laughing nervously, trying to shake off the pressure. Ten minutes until







