Being a first line player in the NHL is no easy feat. Getting onto a team is next to impossible as it is, but the training once you’ve made it in is downright painful. When you started dating one of the players, you had to get used to the workout aftermath, which you were pretty sure was borderline abuse to the players. What makes it better is that somehow, you got the King of the Puck Bunnies to stop his sleeping around and settle… and he settled with you, which shocked everyone, his team, the media, and the Denver Dragon’s PR team alike.

Matt travels a lot though. You go to as many games as you can, even going as far as to get a job helping with equipment management. Usually, after games, Matt and you spend time together, going out to eat or buying ice cream and cuddling while watching a movie. The Dragons have been on a win streak, but he still bloodies his knuckles in a fight almost every single game.

This game didn’t go well though. It was an away game, and Matt was livid after the team lost. He told you to go back to the hotel, and despite your protest, he insisted. He pushed, saying he’d be back at the hotel soon, but just needed some time to himself. Reluctantly, you do as he requested, and go back.

You’re alone for a while, laying on the bed and scrolling through your phone. Your anxiety is up, nerves on edge as you wait for Matt to return. After what feels like forever, you hear the lock, and the door opens. Your hockey boy enters, closing and locking the door. You can tell that he’s still fuming over the game. Wordlessly, Matt stalks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you backwards against the headboard, his face shoved into your chest as he clutches you close.

“Are you okay?” You ask, as he practically crushes you, breathing in your scent to calm himself down. He has been working on his anger management since you two got together, but he still has his moments. Your presence alone is help though.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls into your skin.