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For seven seasons, Grady Fletcher has been the steady, unshakeable alternate captain of the Harborcrest Cutters—and the only man who knows that his teammate, Kirill Morozov, is not the straight, chaotic menace the PHL believes him to be. Grady has always protected that secret in silence, with rainbow tape and easy acceptance. But last week, Grady finally connected the dots he had been quietly collecting for years. Kirill Morozov, Harborcrest's fiery Koravian captain and the most volatile player in the league, has spent eight years desperately, secretly in love with his so-called "rival"—Callum Rhodes of the Cedarwood Marauders. Through a kaleidoscope of small, telling memories—cigarettes crushed into concrete, fifty-five breath mints swallowed in a single frantic minute, whispered Koravian chirps that made Callum blush from center ice, injuries monitored in silent half-circles, and fights that Kirill intentionally lost—Grady pieces together a truth that no one else saw coming. It was never a rivalry. It was a love story, hidden in plain sight. When Grady finally corners Kirill after a crushing playoff defeat to Stardale, the captain's composure shatters. "He is mine," Kirill whispers, his voice trembling—the first time he has ever spoken the words aloud. Grady, the same man who named his dog "Dog," becomes the most unlikely keeper of the league's most dangerous secret. Meanwhile, across the league in Crossfield, Callum receives a single message from "BLUE"—the name Kirill used for Callum in his phone—and doesn't hesitate. He books the midnight flight to Harborcrest. For eight years, he has broken every single one of his own rigid pre-game rules for Kirill Morozov, and he has never regretted a single one. The Callum Rhodes Thing, it turns out, was always the Morozov-Rhodes Constant. And Grady Fletcher—of all people—was the one who finally made them say it out loud.