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Where words fail, skin speaks. They are two meteors colliding, sparking a fire that consumes them entirely in a wave of crushing, breathless heat.The first time is a frantic, desperate claiming—but before either can fully process the earth-shattering reality of what they have just done, they dive relentlessly into a second, more demanding war of attrition.By the time the first pale, misty light of dawn creeps through the sheer curtains, the evidence of their ruin is everywhere. During their fevered progression toward the window in the middle of the night, they only manage to yank the innermost sheer layer closed. There is absolutely no time—or spare hands—to deal with the blackout blinds.The soft light is a moot point. Mia is utterly incapable of standing on her own two feet anyway.At exactly 6 AM, Elias opens his eyes. It is a full thirty minutes past his usual, unshakable biological alarm clock. His piercing blue-gray eyes slowly focus on the creeping morning light.He lies stil

On a quiet Sunday morning, the air in the penthouse is still.Mia stirs, drifting out of a deep, dreamless sleep. The first thing she registers isn't the light, but the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.She smiles against the pillow, the soreness in her muscles a sweet reminder of the man currently making her breakfast. For the first time in her life, someone else is holding the playbook, and Mia finds she doesn't mind being on the winning team.She sits up, her body aching, a silent testament to the "overtime" Elias insisted on last night. Shaking off the sleep, she slips into one of his discarded jerseys and pads out of the bedroom.Elias is hovering over the stove as he flips a French baguette in the pan. The table is already set, a silent tribute to her hunger."Good morning," he says, turning just enough to catch her eye. "You're finally awake. Just in time."Mia leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "I heard about yesterday's game. An easy win, I assume? No drama

Spring comes to Toronto the way it always does.The snow retreats by degrees, leaving behind wet pavement and the first tentative green along the university's pathways. The city shakes itself out.Mia notices it in the light first, the way it comes through the apartment windows, landing differently on the kitchen counter, on the small things she's accumulated during the months of living in a space that began as temporary and has become, quietly, familiar.At the training facility, the tempo has been climbing for weeks.The regular season is in its final stretch, every match carrying playoff implications, and the atmosphere in the building reflects it.Mia moves through it with the easy authority of someone who's been part of the rhythm long enough.But she's not expecting Danny to find her on Tuesday.The meeting room is small and functional. Danny settles into the chair across from her."I want to thank you," he begins. "On behalf of the team. Not just for Weston's numbers—for all of

The sheer weight of Elias's respect for her career choice hits Mia harder than any grand romantic gesture ever could.In a world where men like him—powerful, wealthy, and used to getting their way—usually demand total surrender, his unwavering support is a revelation.She realizes, with a sudden, that she hasn't just chosen a lover, she's chosen a partner who is ready to walk beside her for the rest of their lives, no matter which continent they end up on.That sense of security is intoxicating. It's the kind of anchor that allows her to fly.The very next morning, Mia decides to strike while the iron is hot. She meets with Professor Williams in his sun-drenched office, her heart steady as she politely declines the prestigious PhD fellowship.She doesn't waste time. From the university, she heads straight to the Training Center, catching Coach Danny near the rink with Anderson hovering nearby. With a quiet, professional grace, she turns down the offer for a full-time position as the R

Elias's body reacts before his brain can. He straightens his spine, his shoulders broadening as he meets the screen with a steady, unblinking gaze. "I could never break her dreams just to satisfy my own selfishness, sir. I want her to live a life without a single 'what-if.'"He clears his throat. "Right now, I'm in the prime of my career. My contract is far from over, and I haven't reached the peak of what I want to achieve on the ice. I'm not ready to walk away from hockey yet.""We've made a pact," Mia interjects, her hand sliding back into Elias's, their fingers interlacing in a tight, desperate grip. "When I go back, we'll do long-distance. We're young. We'll work for our respective futures while we wait for our time.""Long-distance?" Alice's voice breaks in, her brow furrowed in classic maternal skepticism. To a mother, "long-distance" is often just a slow-motion car crash for a relationship.Ethan sighs. "Weston, an athlete's career is a cycle. It has an expiration date. What I