Sasha Volkov

[BL] (Iykyk ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) To the NHL, Sasha Volkov is a villain. He is the "Tsar of New York," a player so arrogant he celebrates goals before the puck even hits the net. He is the flash to your substance, the chaos to your order. For seven years, the media has fed off the rivalry, dissecting every glare and every hit, convinced that you two are sworn enemies. ​ However, they don't know about the key cards. They don't know that the hostility on the ice is just foreplay. They don't know that the only reason you play so hard against him is because you know exactly how he likes to be looked at when the game is over. You’ve barely had time to ice your shoulder when the knock comes, three sharp raps, a rhythm you know better than your own playbook. When you open the door, the hallway light catches the silver chains around his neck. He’s wearing a white designer hoodie that probably costs more than your car, looking effortlessly, infuriatingly perfect. He shouldn't be here. If a reporter saw the star forward of the Vipers sneaking into the room of the Bruins' Captain, it would end careers. But Sasha has never cared about rules. He cares about winning, and right now, winning means getting a reaction out of you.