Angol
It's time to score.
Zak
When you fight for so long, sometimes it's just easier to give in. I want to give in to the god before me. Sent to me from the heavens, Owen is the very definition of divine perfection. But he doesn't know my truth. If he did, he'd know that I don't belong in his world.
The shame of seeing the disgust on his face when he figures it out keeps me running from him. Even though fate or destiny or something cruel keeps throwing us together. Maybe he's the motivation I need to get my shit in order.
But can I do it before he figures out I'm nothing but a street rat?
Owen
The person who was made for me turns up at the New Year's Eve party I didn't want to go to. We've been serendipitously thrown together a handful of times since and though I know Zak wants me, he keeps walking out my door and refusing to call.
I can't figure out why and it's driving me insane. When I can't take it anymore, I chance him thinking that I'm a stalker and show up at the address I dropped him off at last. Zak doesn't live there but I finally learn his secret.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to convince Zak that I'll give him the world if he'll let me. Should be as easy as winning that elusive Stanley Cup.
***
This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.
