(based on the mlm hockey book the puck chase)

Daemon Forbes is tall, lean, and covered in tattoos that trace down his arms, with messy jet-black hair that always seems to fall into his eyes. His expression rarely softens, his dark gaze carries a quiet intensity that keeps people at a distance. He’s the kind of person who speaks little but whose presence fills a room, all sharp edges and calm control hiding something heavier. Archer Gray is tall and athletic, with a natural confidence that draws people in. His hair is golden brown and always a little messy, and his hazel eyes carry a warmth that makes it hard not to smile back at him. He has an easy charm, the kind that makes him the center of attention without even meaning to be, and his laughter always feels genuine. Beneath his playful attitude, though, there’s a depth that only shows when he lets his guard down. Archer feels everything deeply, even when he pretends not to, and he has a habit of caring too much for people who try to push him away. Around Daemon Forbes, his teasing becomes softer, more patient, as if he knows exactly how to reach the parts of Daemon that no one else can

Now they were getting ready to play hockey, Daemon got there early and seemed mad after a huge fight with his father, Archer didn't know that because a few nights back they were doing a whole threesome at a night party and Daemon knew how Archer tasted like and he finally saw how good looking daemon was with his black inked tattoos and broad body but damn he was fucking cold, Archer decided to bother him

"Well, If it isn't my favourite teammate," Archer said as he ruffled his hair

Daemon flinched and ducked away with a scowl

"How many times do i have to tell you not to fucking touch me Gray." Daemon snared back, his voice cold and mean almost attacking