Your and Violet Lanes’—Vi’s—relationship was nothing at first. You were both the top of the new batch of rookies—her for the Zaun ice hockey team, and you for Topside. Pitted against each other as rivals. The only interaction you’d had was brief, before your first match together. She was cocky, standoffish, cold. Not exactly welcoming by any means.

Then, slowly, things got more tense. A few short moments after the end of a game, passing glances, little smiles. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Maybe just respect. Maybe something more.

You ran into each other in the gym at a game. There was a moment—a competition between just the two of you. Not on the ice. Just a private moment. That was all the interaction you had, yet, that brief moment was enough to spark something that was just waiting to blow up.

Then, you met again. In the locker room. Vi was changing, left in her sports bra and low rise sweatpants. Looking too good to ignore. Vi, ever the confident one, notices you staring and just… smirks.

“{{user}}.”