DANGEROUS ICE: MY HOCKEY NEMESIS IS MY SINFUL OBSESSION의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

​I sat on the wooden bench of the locker room, hunched over, staring at the scarred floorboards between my skates. The air in here was a thick soup of smelling salts, stale sweat, and the sharp, chemical tang of laundry detergent that never quite got the blood out of the practice jerseys.​Around me, the rest of the Knights were a blur of shouting and high-fives. Bass-heavy rap thudded from a speaker in the corner, vibrating in my chest, but it didn't do anything to drown out the noise in my head.​"Thorne! Head in the game or on the ice?"​I looked up. Miller, our goalie, was staring at me while he strapped on his massive leg pads. He looked like a transformer halfway through a shift.​"I'm good," I said, my voice sounding raspier than I wanted. I reached for my helmet, checking the cage for the hundredth time.​"You look like shit," Miller grunted, not unkindly. "Listen, I know about the Liam thing. Everyone knows. Don't let that prick get to you today. We need you on defense, not

​I didn’t think at all about the consequences because thinking had only gotten me a hollow chest and a front-row seat to my own humiliation.​The air between us was charged, thick with the smell of the ice and the salt on Michael’s skin. He was still talking, his lips moving, probably dropping another polished insult designed to make me crack, but the sound had cut out. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, a rhythmic, violent thud that matched the pulse in my throat.​I looked past his shoulder one last time. Liam was laughing now, his hand sliding up Chloe’s waist, his eyes scanning the ice until they found me. He gave me a slow, deliberate nod, a victor acknowledging the defeated.​Something in me snapped. It wasn't a clean break; it was a total collapse of the walls I’d spent years building.​"Shut up, Rossi," I growled.​Michael’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Make me, Thorn—"​I didn't let him finish. I dropped my stick, the heavy

​"Just for the season," Michael shrugged. "Or until the heat dies down."​I looked at Michael, really looked at him. The broad shoulders, the dark, mess of hair, the lips I’d just crushed my own against. The idea was suicide. It was lunacy.​But then I thought about Liam’s face in the stands. I thought about the pity I’d seen in Chloe’s eyes. The way she didnt seem to care about the fact that I was looking at her anytime she had her tongue deep in Liam’s throat.​"Axel?" McMillan asked, his voice low. "What do you say?"​I looked at Michael. He was waiting. He knew he had me.​"Fine," I rasped, the word tasting like poison. "We fake it.”“Thank you Rossi. That's actually a smart idea” Coach parted Michael on the shoulder, a small smile on his face.Arrrrggghhh, I could believe he got approval from Coach.“My pleasure, Coach. Now, why don't you go and meet your husband. I saw him outside waiting for you” Michael persuaded.At the mention of his husband, coach's face blossomed into a