《Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Chapter 53: Controlled LeakThe story broke at 7:14 a.m.By the time I woke up, my phone was already vibrating nonstop on the nightstand. Headlines flooded every sports site, gossip account, and NHL-focused social media platform:“Chicago Thunder Captain Callan Lachlan and Rookie Goalie Brooks Rhys Confirm Romantic Relationship” “From Blackmail Rumors to Real Love? Inside the NHL’s First Major Power Couple”“Lachlan & Rhys: The Ice-Cold Captain and His Rookie Find Heat Off the Rink”Elodie had done her job perfectly. The leak was carefully controlled framed as a genuine, budding romance between two teammates who had grown close under the pressures of the long NHL season. No mention of the syndicate, the link, the blackmail, or the tapes. Just two men navigating something real in a league that wasn’t always kind to vulnerability.Callan stirred beside me, his arm still draped heavily over my waist. He reached for his own phone, s

Chapter 55: Frozen in NetThe arena was still buzzing with disappointment as we skated off the ice.We had lost 3-2.My fault.One moment of frozen hesitation in the third period had cost us the game. When Callan took that heavy hit along the boards, the sharp, stabbing pain from his old injury had slammed through the link like a freight train. For one terrifying heartbeat, it felt like my own body was being crushed. My glove hand twitched. My knees locked. The puck slipped straight through the five-hole before I could react.The crowd had groaned. My teammates had looked away. And Callan even while shaking off the check had felt my panic and guilt rip through him in return.Now, in the locker room, the atmosphere was thick and heavy.Guys were quiet as they stripped off their gear. A few shot me sideways glances. Others avoided eye contact entirely. The loss stung more because everyone knew it had been preventable.

Chapter 57: Sacrifice PlayThe hotel room felt suffocatingly quiet after the locker room blowout.Callan had been silent most of the ride back, his hand never leaving my lower back, but through the link I could feel the storm raging inside him. The decision he’d made in the locker room wasn’t impulsive it was calculated, cold, and final.He was going to offer himself up to the syndicate.I paced the length of the suite while he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at his phone. The red recording light on the small camera we’d been forced to keep active for “monitoring” blinked steadily in the corner like a heartbeat.“You can’t do this,” I said, voice cracking. “You can’t just hand yourself over to them.”Callan looked up, eyes dark and resolute. “I can. And I will.”He typed quickly on his phone, drafting the message to the unknown number. I watched over his shoulder, heart hammering.Calla

Chapter 59: Silent Treatment The silence between us was louder than any scream. We had barely spoken since the charity event. The ride back to the hotel had been tense and quiet. Once inside the suite, I had gone straight to the bathroom, closed the door, and stayed there longer than necessary. When I finally came out, Callan was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He looked up when I entered, eyes dark with regret. “Brooks…” I didn’t answer. I walked past him, grabbed a pair of sweats and a hoodie from my bag, and changed in silence. The link between us was wide open, carrying every ounce of my hurt, my humiliation, and the deep ache of feeling publicly diminished by the one person I had started to trust completely. Callan tried again, voice low and rough. “Talk to me. Please.” Still, I said nothing. I climbed

Chapter 61: The One-Month WarningThe message sat on both our phones like a death sentence.Unknown Number:You have one month to come out publicly as a couple on our terms, with maximum media impact. Fail to comply, and we will release everything. All tapes. All evidence. Your careers, your reputations, your futures gone.One month.Thirty days until the syndicate forced us to step fully into the spotlight they had been engineering from the very beginning. No more careful leaks or controlled stories. They wanted the first openly gay power couple in NHL history, and they wanted it on their timeline, for their profit.I stared at the screen until the words blurred. My chest felt tight, the familiar anxiety clawing its way back up my throat. Callan was still holding me, our bodies tangled and warm from the intense reclaiming we had just shared, but the peace we had found moments ago shattered instantly.“One month,” I whispered, v