Alle Kapitel von PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

CHAPTER 92The car was suffocatingly hot from sitting in the sun, but neither of them turned on the AC immediately. Liam slumped into the passenger seat, his phone vibrating so violently against his thigh it felt like his leg was going numb. Notifications were flying in by the second— X clips, TikTok edits, sports blog headlines, and endless text messages from the rest of the team.‘Lannister pulled up the stats on live TV!’‘Kane got cooked, bro!’‘Captain went full rabid dog!’Liam stared at his screen, his face burning a bright, embarrassed red as an eight-second clip replayed for the fourth time: him, leaning into his microphone, his eyes dark and deadly as he laid out Victor Kane's minus-four rating.Oh god. Look at me. I look like a crazy person. I look like a medieval warlord defending his castle. I'm the Captain! I'm supposed to be calm, composed, and professional! Like Vance was. What happened to my media training? What happened to 'we're just taking it one game at a time, Sa

CHAPTER 94Raphael watched the terror take over Liam Lannister in real time.It was a sickening sight. This was the guy who commanded their locker room, who stood unflinching against six-foot-four defenders, who had just systematically dismantled Viktor Kane on live television without missing a beat. Yet right now, standing in the middle of their living room, Liam looked entirely shattered—his breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches, his hands trembling over his face as the ghost of his father suffocated him from hundreds of miles away.He’s spiraling, Raphael thought, a cold, dark instinct flaring hot in his chest. He’s completely out of his head.Hearing the words spill out of Liam—about his father’s relentless cruelty, the cold-blooded perfectionism, the blatant homophobia, and the terrifying threat to destroy Liam’s life—didn't make Raphael step back. It didn't make him hesitate. It made something feral and fiercely protective snap into place inside his chest.Before Liam could

CHAPTER 96The arena concrete felt colder than usual under Liam’s polished dress shoes.Arriving on game day was always a sharp shift in reality, but walking through the player entrance in tailored dark suits made the team look less like a group of chaotic, lousy men and more like a high-level military unit. Big Mike and Fred were walking ahead, throwing subtle shoulder bumps at each other, while Marcus kept his phone out, double-checking line rotations. Miller trailed quietly at the back of the pack, bag slung over his shoulder, focused and silent.Right beside Liam, Raphael walked in lockstep. Broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and completely unfazed by the hostile energy radiating from the Shadow Reapers’ bus parked near the loading dock.Raphael’s hand briefly brushed against Liam’s lower back as they turned down the corridor toward the home locker room—a quick, heavy press of warmth through his suit jacket that lasted only a second, but spoke volumes. I’m right here. I'm here with yo

CHAPTER 98The post-game high in the concrete tunnel was deafening.Liam was walking back toward the home locker room flanked by Marcus, Big Mike, and Lee. Big Mike still had his arm slung heavily over Liam’s shoulder, shouting at the top of his lungs about Raphael’s game-winning goal, while Marcus was laughing, tossing a damp towel at Lee's head."I’m telling you, Cap, that toe-drag on Kane is going straight to the league highlights!" Marcus grinned, shoving Liam’s shoulder affectionately. "You made him look like he was wearing concrete skates."Liam managed a breathless laugh, wiping sweat from the back of his neck with his jersey. For a few glorious seconds, the adrenaline was still humming through his blood, warm and victorious and he wanted it to stay that way.Then his eyes flicked past Marcus’s shoulder toward the quiet, dimly lit corridor that led toward the VIP family exits.Standing in the shadows near the security doors was Richard Lannister.He didn't yell. He didn't wave.

Chapter 100!!!The second the apartment door clicked shut behind them, the fire in their hearts erupted.Liam barely had time to twist the lock before Raphael crowded him back against it. He kissed him immediately, it was hungry, open-mouthed, and tasted of the drinks they'd had and the sharper edge of adrenaline still left over from the win. Liam’s hands fisted in the front of Raphael’s shirt, dragging him closer until there was no space left between them. Raphael’s thigh slid between his legs, pressing up just enough to make Liam’s breath hitch into the kiss.They stayed glued to eachother for what felt like hours, trading slow, deep kisses that kept tipping into something filthier. Raphael’s hands mapped Liam’s sides under his shirt, palms hot, thumbs brushing the edges of his ribs. Liam answered by nipping at Raphael’s lower lip, then soothing it with his tongue, the way he’d been wanting to all night at the club and in that dark alley.When they finally broke apart, both of them