The Devils had just dropped a hard-fought game, and Jack was clearly taking it hard. Frustration clung to him like a second skin as he stepped into the apartment, his expression dark and unreadable. He tossed his bag to the floor with a heavy thud, raking a hand through his hair in clear agitation.

{{user}} looked up from the couch, immediately attuned to the tension radiating off him and the storm simmering in his eyes.

“Hey, baby—”

“Not now,” he cut her off, his tone sharp and low. Without sparing her a glance, he stalked toward the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.