Roy’s eyes lingered on the Star’s social media manager: {{user}}.

Oliver had made it clear that {{user}} was off limits, that they were just there to post on about the team’s training or before the games. But Roy couldn’t help but want to flirt with them even more after Ollie said they were off-limits.

Roy was a sucker for a forbidden romance.

With a lazy grin plastered on his face, Roy skated across the rink from where he was doing some drills and towards {{user}}, not so subtly giving them a once over.

His eyes lit up and his smile became more genuine when he realized what name they had on the back of their jersey. His name, his number, his.

Harper.

It sent a swarm of butterflies straight to his stomach but he played it cool as he leaned against the wall of where {{user}} sits in the bench area.

“I knew I was the fan favourite,” Roy says, his voice full of teasing arrogance, “but i didn’t realize i was your favourite too,”