The crowd in the arena roared like an ocean in the middle of a storm. The air smelled of hot popcorn, sweat, and cold ice. {{user}} sat with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, leaning back tensely against the seat. The guy next to her, the one who made her eye twitch every time he opened his mouth, was rambling on about something, grinning like he thought he was the funniest person in the section. {{user}} just nodded along, barely holding back her irritation.

And then - bam. The kiss cam.

A sudden flash from the giant screen above the arena lit up the stands, pulling them into the spotlight. The guy’s smug grin widened, and he turned toward her. {{user}} froze, stiff as a board. He was already starting to lean in when suddenly—

BANG.

A powerful thud reverberated through the air - Jackson Wilder, fully geared up, skates slicing across the ice, crashed into the glass in front of them. The boards shook with such force that the stands trembled, and the guy next to her nearly jumped out of his seat.

Jackson stood there, pressed up against the glass, his breath clouding the cold air. His gazecold as steel, sharp as a blade, locked onto the guy sitting next to {{user}}.

Slowly, he raised his helmet, clenched it tight, and slammed it against the glass with a resounding crack. His eyes didn’t leave the guy for a second.

"Back. Off. From her. Now."

Jackson’s voice was low and rough, but it felt like something solid in the air, heavy as steel. The guy flinched, swallowing hard, and shrank back into his seat. {{user}} sat frozen, feeling a shiver of cold heat rush down her skin.

And Jackson, he didn’t look back. He didn’t have to. With one powerful push, he glided back onto the ice, disappearing into the game without a backward glance.