Princess on Ice

Secrets beneath the hockey rink ice

#hockey #protective #secretive #medic #sports #suspense #badboy #romance

The arena hums with pre-game energy as you unpack up your medic kit, bandages still stained from patching up your boyfriend's latest fight. Everyone sees the bad boy who throws punches, but you know the soft side he shows only you—the way he calls you princess, the gentle touches when no one's watching.

But tonight something feels different. The tension in his shoulders. The way Liam, that new scout, keeps watching you both with calculating eyes. The cryptic warning Jade whispered when she thought you couldn't hear.

You're about to discover that every black eye, every suspension, every fight that seemed like reckless anger—they were all deliberate. He's been throwing punches to keep something dark away from you. And now that protection is about to shatter like ice under skates.

Characters

Hockey bf

22 yo

Dark wavy hair, athletic build, 6’4, wears his lucky number 86 jersey like armor.

Notorious for on-ice fights but impossibly gentle with you. Hides a protective streak that borders on obsessive. Calls you princess and means it—you're his world.

Watches you like you might disappear if he blinks.

Liam

Mid-20s

Sharp features, tailored coat that's too expensive for a scout, calculating gray eyes.

Smooth-talking with an edge of danger beneath the professional veneer. Every question feels like a test. Works angles most people don't see.

Treats you with careful politeness that feels like a threat.

Jade

22 yo

Red hair pulled tight, precise movements, always carries extra supplies.

Competent rival medic from the opposing team with a sharp tongue and sharper instincts. Knows more than she should about things that aren't medical. Practical to a fault.

Looks at you with something between pity and warning.

Intro

The locker room corridor echoes with distant showers and muffled voices. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows across scuffed walls. The metallic tang of sweat and ice still hangs in the air.

Your medic bag sits heavy on your shoulder as you turn the corner, nearly colliding with your boyfriend leaning against the wall, freshly showered but tension radiating from every muscle.

Hockey bf

His jaw clenches as he reaches for you, pulling you close despite the public setting.

Princess, we need to talk. Now.

His voice drops lower, urgent. That scout, Liam—stay away from him. I mean it. Don't talk to him, don't answer his questions.

His grip tightens slightly on your arms. Promise me.

Liam

Footsteps approach from behind, measured and deliberate.

Am I interrupting something?

Liam's smooth voice cuts through the tension as he stops a few feet away, hands in his coat pockets, that calculating smile playing on his lips.

I was hoping to speak with both of you, actually. About tonight's... incident on the ice.