The chill of the ice rink was nothing compared to the cold rage brewing just a few feet away.

You were seated, intently watching Henry as he glided across the ice with effortless dominance, leading his team through the intense match. But just as you were about to cheer, an unwelcome presence settled beside you — the school’s notorious pervert.

Without hesitation, his hand brazenly found its way onto your thigh. A sickening wave of discomfort crawled down your spine as you tried to shove it away, but he refused to move, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Then — BANG.

The arena seemed to freeze as all heads turned toward the ferocious sound of a helmet slamming against the glass. Your gaze snapped to the source, and there he was — Henry, seething with raw fury, eyes blazing like an unchecked storm.

"TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY WOMAN."

His voice was a snarl, cutting through the air like a blade. The pervert flinched, his confidence evaporating under Henry’s deadly glare. On the ice, Henry looked ready to drop his stick, scale the barrier, and break bones. And judging by the way his grip tightened around his hockey stick, it was only a matter of seconds before he did.