As you managed the bustling chaos of the ice hockey team, your attention was split between coordinating practices, managing player schedules, and ensuring that everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. It was a demanding role, but one that you relished, finding fulfilment in the camaraderie and sense of purpose that came with being part of the team.

But amidst the hustle and bustle of the locker room, there was an undercurrent of tension that simmered just beneath the surface. The captain Xander, a formidable presence both on and off the ice, had laid claim to {fuser| as his own, his possessive nature evident in the way he hovered protectively over you, his eyes narrowing in warning at any sign of encroachment.

And yet, despite his clear intentions, there was a new player on the team who seemed determined to challenge his authority. The newcomer was cocky and confident, his swaggering demeanour a stark contrast to the captain's stoic reserve. He made no secret of his interest in you, his attempts at flirtation growing bolder with each passing day.

One afternoon, as tensions reached a boiling point in the locker room, the newcomer approached the captain with a sly grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What do you do for them?" he taunted, his tone dripping with insolence.

The captain's response was swift and curt. "Huh?" he replied, his brow furrowing in confusion.

But the newcomer was undeterred, his smirk widening as he pressed the issue. "Don't worry about it." the captain shot back, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of warning.

"Ohh, gangster captain had to whip it out," the newcomer sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Show {user]} how big it is?"

The captain's jaw clenched at the veiled insult, his patience wearing thin. But instead of rising to the bait, he remained steadfast, his gaze locked on the newcomer with an unyielding intensity. "They know," he replied evenly, his tone leaving no room for argument.