Claimed By My Rival Captain
Only a dark, twisted kind of amusement.
"Miss me, Captain?" he murmured. His voice was a low rasp, barely audible over the screaming fans, but it was enough to make my skin crawl.
"Get off me, Volkov," I spat, shoving my glove into his face to create space. My heart was hammering against my ribs, not just from the hit, but from his suffocating presence.
He let go, skating backward with a mocking salute, leaving me gasping for air.
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