Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Sasha Belrose doesn't date hockey players. Not after what happened last time. As the coach's daughter, she's grown up around the rink, watching the game she loves be played by boys she can't trust. She keeps her head down, helps coach the little league, and makes sure her rules stay unbroken. Then Beckett Reid transfers in. Six-foot-something, cocky grin, golden hair, and a habit of finding her in every room. He's reckless on the ice, infuriating off of it, and obsessed with getting past her walls. When her dad forces them to co-coach the little league team, she's trapped in shared space with the one player she swore she'd avoid. And the worst part? Beckett doesn't just get under her skin - he makes her laugh, makes her feel seen, and makes her forget every reason she told herself to stay away. But Sasha knows what happens when she lets someone in. Beckett knows he's not going to stop until she does. And with every practice, every stolen glance, and every rule she's tempted to break, the ice between them gets thinner. And thinner. And thinner...