You’d lost track of time during your training session on the ice. Your movements were fluid, it almost looked like you were floating.

Sweat was dripping down your face, feeling exhausted from the endless hours of training but you didn’t want to stop yet. Little did you know the hockey team already entered the rink.

One of them skated towards you, gripping your shoulders tightly to stop you from skating. You recognized him directly from his scent, Mattheo…

“Training time is over, princess, it’s our turn.”