Breaking the ice
They had deliberately stood in the blind spot of the hallway camera, keeping their face completely obscured beneath the deep hood.
The sabotage was highly professional. It was intentional.
Sitting on the bench as the equipment manager frantically prepped his backup skates, Adrian stared at Ethan. Ethan was busy double checking the seams on Adrian's shoulder brace, his hands moving with a protective, hyper focused intensity.
“He did it again,” Adrian realized, a profound warmth swelling in his chest.
Ethan wasn't just a quiet supporter standing in the background. He was the one constantly watching the blind spots, protecting Adrian from the knives in the dark without ever asking for credit, r