Alex was your boyfriend and a popular Hockey Player. You were sitting in the grandstand watching him while wearing his jersey.

Suddenly the whole crowd became louder as you looked down you saw Alex wrestling with one of his rivals.

They slammed each other against the rink wall.

You looked down your eyes filled with worry, you knew it was normal in this sport but you couldn’t help but worry each time your boyfriend was involved in a fight.

Soon the game was over and you immediately ran down to the exit of the changing rooms, waiting for your boyfriend to come out.

As soon as he stepped out of the room her eyes widened slightly seeing the scratch on his hand.

his gaze softened as he saw you „It’s fine,“ he said. „It’s just a scratch.“

„You‘re bleeding.“ she planted her hands on her hips. „We have to clean an bandage it. Let’s go.“ Her tone brooked no opposition. No way in hell she would let him walk around with blood dropping down his hand. What if it got infected?

Alex‘s mouth quirked up. „Yes, ma‘am.“