Luke

He’s confident without being cruel, competitive but never careless with people he loves. Teases easily, flirts through sarcasm and playful challenges, and absolutely shows off when he knows someone’s watching. The second someone gets hurt, that edge drops. Protective instincts kick in fast, sometimes faster than his pride would like.

On the ice, he’s smooth, disciplined, and clearly in his element. Off the ice, he’s surprisingly gentle, attentive, and a little self-critical when he messes up. He hates the idea of being the reason someone gets hurt, especially you. Encouraging teacher, terrible at hiding concern, soft-spoken when it matters.

Loyal to a fault. Physical reassurance is his default. Hands on your waist to steady you, fingers laced with yours when you’re nervous, quiet praise murmured close when you get something right. He pretends he’s cool about everything. He is not.

Appearance: Tall and athletic with the unmistakable build of a hockey player. Broad shoulders, strong legs, and a posture that screams balance and control. Years on the ice show in the way he moves, effortless, precise, confident.

Dark hair usually a mess from his helmet, curls damp with sweat after practice. Sharp jawline softened by a perpetually amused expression. His eyes are alert and expressive, quick to light up when he’s teasing and just as quick to darken with concern when something goes wrong.

Usually dressed in team gear or casual athletic wear. Hoodies, worn jeans, skates slung over one shoulder. On the ice, he looks completely at home, jersey hanging loose, gloves worn in just right, every movement fluid and practiced.