HATE AT FIRST SITE

DMITRYS POVSenior Year—Eighteen Years OldOne of the few times I ever let myself feel free and at ease is with blades on; ice beneath my feet. It’s difficult to describe, considering how fast- paced hockey can be, but a sense of peace takes over every inch of my being, and it’s like I become one with my team and the puck.It’s a sense of belonging. Of purpose, going back to the first time I ever put on a pair of skates, and it only continues to grow with time.It’s a feeling, deep in the marrow of my bones, confirming this is what I was called to do. Not because of the legacy my name carries, but because of the unchecked joy vibrating through my body every second I’m on the ice.That feeling…it’s everything I could ask for.And I want nothing more than to chase it to the ends of the earth.This fact solidifies in my bones every time I fly up and down the ice after a loose puck, or score a shot on goal, seeing the lamp light up before my eyes. When every accomplishment and milestone I

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

CAPTAIN

CASPIAN POV October—Four Years Later“Beckett. You’re late.”Coach’s penetrating stare is aimed at me the second I burst through the locker room doors, having just dashed across campus like a madman to avoid this very scenario from playing out. But hopes that I’d be able to sneak in unnoticed rather than be a dead man walking right into my ownf uneral seem to be in vain.Well, shit.“It won’t happen again,” I murmur, meeting his gaze with the appropriate amount of remorse he’s looking for. Just enough to not get a verbal smackdown unleashed on me before the first game of the season.As the team’s captain and the person expected to set an example for the rest of the team, I’d be lying if I wasn’t anticipating a full-out reaming regardless. Even if I’ve been a lot better about managing my time this season.Until today, that is.Today, the hockey gods decided I would oversleep by an hour, making me run-across-campus-like-crazy-to-not-miss-faceoff kind of late.Which is just a fun-fuckin

Last Updated : 2026-04-11

war on ice

DMITRY POVI stare after Caspian’s retreating form, still fuming from the verbal sparring match he coaxed me into having. Or maybe I started it this time. Honestly, it’s hard to tell anymore with every single shitty encounter leading into the next.For the life of me, I wish I knew how to let his crap just roll off my back.Yet somehow, he bends and twists me in all kinds of knots every time he opens his damn mouth, forcing me to engage.He’s the only person who’s ever been able to get a rise out of me.You’d think after four years of playing together, I’d be immune to it by now. The taunts and the jokes and the straight-up insults. But nope, it still works to his benefit. Maybe even easier now, with having to spend so much time around each other.No part of me wants to spend more time than necessary with him. Ending up on the same team with him was so far outside my plans for college, it’s laughable. So imagine my fucking horror when I was getting suited up for my first day of practi

Last Updated : 2026-04-13

Vice and Vixen

CASPIAN POV Helmets and pads bang and clack against wooden stalls as the team strips down after practice. We’ve been gearing up for our first away game series at none other than our rival school—also in the Toronto area—Gravenmore institute, and despite the hiccups in our first two games at home, I’m feeling good about how the team is meshing.At least, for the most part.The exception is when I’m on the ice with Orlov. The rhythm between the two of us is still shaky at best, usually looking more like Bambi on ice than two top-tier college athletes who have been on the same team for years. But it’s better than it was a few weeks ago.Honestly, I don’t think Coach thought this whole thing through. While tossing us out on the ice together might be a good idea in theory, it’s clearly not working well in practice. Figuratively and literally.There’s a reason we’ve spent most of our college careers on two different lines. It just works better that way. Causing less issues between us, sin

Last Updated : 2026-04-14

Suspended

CASPIAN POVHis statement snaps me back to reality as the floor seems to fall from beneath my feet.This is exactly the kind of thing I was hoping to avoid. But here we are,my heart crawling into my throat at hearing the consequences all the same.“Suspend me for something I didn’t do?”His lips form a tight line, and then he sighs. “I have to until I can prove you aren’t using, kiddo. My hands are tied. You have to realize it’s my ass on the line too, especially with the way the sports league is cracking down after the shit that happened with the rival team. I look between the three of them again, unsure where to go from here.But from the solemn expressions aimed at me, there’s nothing to do but accept the punishment.There has to be something that can be done. Anything.I’m damn near getting on my knees and begging at this point.Because this can’t be the way my hockey career ends. No team in the League would dare touch me if this catches wind and I’m suspended for drug use.Drugs

Last Updated : 2026-04-17

SEX ON ICE

CASPIAN POV The locker room was empty,looking so serene and oddly fucking quiet.That was the first thing I noticed immediately when I walked in was the smell of ice and sweat hanging in the air like something permanent, something I find comfort in. My gear was off. So was Dmitry's.I don't remember how we got here like this.I didn't care to ask.Dmitry Orlov stood with his back against the row of lockers, arms crossed, jaw set in that infuriating way of his like he was daring me to start something. Silvery white damp from the shower. Eyes the colour of lavender purple, watching me with that particular brand of contempt that had lived rent-free in my chest all season."You got a problem?" he said."I always have a problem," I replied, stepping closer. "Specifically you."Annoyance coated in his expression. The contempt didn't disappear, it just changed shape, turned into something hotter, less safe."Then do something about it."I crossed the space between us in two strides and he