Fragments on Ice
“Take that, you oversized puck-chaser! And that!”
Elias’s face split into a mix of amusement and confusion, his cheeks lifting despite the lingering tension. He nearly choked on his gum. “Wait, fuck him over? Like…?”
“Oh my God, not that kind of fuck!” Elara burst out laughing, the sound bright and contagious, cutting through the heavy air like sunlight on ice. She doubled over in her seat, shoulders shaking. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Elias Noir. I meant destroy his reputation, file complaints, maybe accidentally spill protein shake all over his gear. The platonic, vengeful kind of fuck-over.”
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