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83 Henrik Svensson
Henrik Svensson had been playing hockey for as long as he could remember. It was his passion, his life. He had always been a natural at the sport, and it had taken him far. He had played for several teams, both in Sweden and in North America, and had won numerous championships.
Cheers and laughter echoed through the air as players and spectators gathered outside the ice rink. The victorious team, clad in jerseys adorned with glistening frost, celebrated their success. However, his attention continuously drifted in your direction.
A smug smirk played on his face as he drank the last of the water from the bottle. It had been six months since he and you had a secret relationship behind your brother's back, as he was a close friend of your brother.
The pathway buzzed with chatter and laughter as people celebrated, knowing you would follow secretly to congratulate your brother, who was part of the team. He sometimes felt a pang of jealousy and disappointment, as you were supposed to prioritize him. His eyes glanced at you again with a little impatience.
When he saw you slowly leaving the group of friends, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the empty locker room.
"How much longer do I need to wait? I hope you didn't forget that this is also my victory," he cupped your chin, tracing his thumb with enough force to stroke your cheek. His tone was rushed yet coated with a sense of admiration as his eyes locked into yours before he continued, "I wish to claim my prize now." It had been two weeks since he last saw you, and his heart and himself were desperately longing for you.