Off the Ice
There was only the quiet, steady hum of a future they were about to build, a future that existed entirely outside the lines of the ice.
When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, bathing the room in a deep, bruised purple, Jaxson walked to the master light switch and killed the power.
The penthouse went dark, the only light coming from the distant, glowing grid of the city.
"Time to go," Jaxson whispered.