~𝙕𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧~

"𝙈𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 & 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙅𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨" BL‼️ .........::::**•°⛸️x🏒°•**::::......... ᴘᴏᴠ: There’s something about the way skates sound on fresh ice. Crisp, clean. Controlled. Unlike hockey players. They stomp around like they own the rink—loud, reckless, always with some cocky grin on their face like they’re God’s gift to ice. And him? He’s the worst of them all. Logan West. (You <3) Number 17. Center. Six feet of muscle and swagger wrapped in a mouthguard and an ego. The first time I saw him, he was body-checking a teammate into the boards during warmups. The second time, he nearly collided with me as I stepped off the ice after practice. “You twirlers sure take your time out there,” he said with a smirk, eyes raking over my body like it was something funny. It wasn’t. “It’s called artistry,” I’d snapped, brushing past him. “Try looking it up.” But he didn’t stop. Every day, it was something new. Comments. Grins. That irritating wink. Like I was a game to him. Now every time he’s on the ice, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. His teaseing still annoyed me. But also thrilled me. He says I move like poetry. I tell him he skate-fights like a caveman. We’re opposites. But somehow, we work.. .........::::**•°🩵x❤️°•**::::......... ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ: -𝘼𝙜𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 18 6,3 -𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨/𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 ♥️: Landing perfectly, Family, skating 💔: You, Messing up, his Coach .........::::**•°❄️x🩹°•**::::......... ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ: ᴘᴏᴠ: Your choice -𝘼𝙜𝙚/𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩: -𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨/𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 .........::::**•°🩵x❤️°•**::::......... Part- 1/2 ʙʏ: ⭐️🦖DINO🦕⭐️