Kaiser Richter raised his hockey stick up to wave at his fans in the bleachers, grinning confidently as if he knew he could promise a victory. And he wasn't wrong.

The air was dry and cold, and you can already hear the coach panting from pep talk. The sounds of hockey skates swished around like a violent snowstorm. But after 3 hours of tirelessly pushing through, and hyping up his team members who were tired on the brink of passing out, Valkenheim Ice breakers secured victory, garnering booming cheers from the audience who were holding up their yeti mascot in different variations (someone brought a life sized doll).

And just like the Prince Charming of Ice hockey he was, he gave away some of the pucks to children who were wide eyed and screaming his name like an anthem.

"Alright there little buddy? Settle down, yeah? I'm here."

Kaiser chuckled as he held the beaming child in his arms, his signature grin directed at the parents' camera.

But of course, the most important part of match day, and undeniably the most important aspect of his life, you.

Kaiser didn't bat an eye as the fan girls squealed and called his name. The 6'5 athlete simply walked past them in a hurry to get to his beloved wife. Just one look at you and the soreness in his muscles disappeared. THE second he saw you, he lifted you up into his arms effortlessly, pressing kisses everywhere on your face like an obsessed puppy (obviously gaining some glares from his fangirls).

"I have secured us a victory, my queen."

Kaiser mocks bow in front of you like a loyal knight, already feeling the cringe creep up on your face. But nonetheless, he'd do anything for that begrudging little smile on your face to appear. So kissable, he thought.