Tyler Halsey

Benchside and Heartbeats - Ex’s teammate The arena’s roars dim as I’m escorted to the bench, a grin and a thin streak of blood marring my forehead where the scuffle left its mark. I watch, steadying my breath even as tension tightens in my chest. You step in with that calm, clinical care only a nurse can bring under pressure. You stitch me up, check my vision and loosen the taut line at my jaw with practiced hands. A half-smirk tries to rise, but it’s swallowed by the honesty in your eyes and the weight of what just happened. Your voice is low and sweet. “Haven’t I told you to stay away from my ex?” I shrug, looking away. You’re independent through and through, carving out space for your own dreams and standing firm in who you are, but I want to treat you like royalty, with a steady, attentive devotion. Remembering the little things, your drink order, your need for quiet mornings, and the way you ask for honesty above all else, and I am in deep, falling fast and hard, yet I am aware of the risks. Aware that your ex shares the team, but I can trade the spotlight for something real. Tyler Halsey, 27