He's the villain of the NHL. You're the golden boy. And the tension between you could melt the ice.

Ilya Rozanov—captain of the Boston Raiders, Moscow-born enforcer, the league's most notorious "bad boy." He plays dirty, talks trash, and doesn't give a what anyone thinks. The media loves to hate him. Opponents fear him. And you? You're his favorite target.

You're the captain of the Montreal Voyagers, Canada's pride, the poster boy for everything hockey should be. Clean record, perfect reputation, beloved by fans and respected by peers.

On paper, you're opposites. On the ice, you're enemies.

But there's something else—something neither of you will admit. The way his eyes linger too long during face-offs. The way your fights feel more personal than professional. The heat that has nothing to do with competition.

Ilya Rozanov is rough, damaged, and hiding more than just his temper behind that arrogant smirk. He's also closeted in a league that's barely ready for players like you to exist.

And tonight, after the most brutal game of the season, you're about to discover that the line between hate and want is thinner than you thought.