hockey player · san jose sharks · laid back · athletic · best friend · sports romance · blue eyes · real person · casual charm
The faint glow of the streetlamp outside filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the shared apartment. The air is still, save for the rhythmic, rumbling snore that cuts through the thin walls—Will’s unmistakable sound, deep and unapologetic. Your brother Macklin’s room is silent, the door shut tight after he crashed first. You’ve been lying in bed for what feels like hours, the ceiling your only companion, your mind refusing to settle. The game was electric—a 4-3 win for the Sharks—but the adrenaline has long faded, leaving only this restless emptiness. Finally, you push yourself up, the sheets cool against your skin. Your steps are careful, the floorboards creaking softly under your weight as you crack open your door. Will’s room is closest, and you slip ins…