All Chapters of HIS SECRET OBSESSION : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adrian Calloway skated hard, his breath coming in sharp bursts as his blades carved through the ice. The sound of sticks clashing and skates scraping against the rink barely registered. His focus was locked on one thing. Julian Carter.His rival. His tormentor. His own personal hell.Julian was too fast. Too fucking smooth. He weaved past defenders like they weren’t even there, his confidence infuriating. Adrian pushed forward, closing the distance, waiting for his chance. Just one mistake. That’s all he needed.But Julian never made mistakes.At the last second, Julian shifted, dodging him effortlessly. Adrian lunged—too late. Julian took the shot. The puck sailed past the goalie’s outstretched glove. The goal horn blared.Game over.Adrian ripped off his helmet, his chest heaving. His teammates skated toward him, murmuring words of encouragement, but none of it mattered. His gaze found Julian across the rink. He was smirking.That fucking smirk.Adrian turned sharply, skating off th

The game was a warzone.Adrian skated hard, muscles burning, but none of it mattered—not the roaring crowd, not the tension buzzing across the ice—because his focus was locked on one person.Julian Cross.Every time Adrian thought he’d finally shut him down, Julian slipped through his defenses, controlling the puck with obscene ease, like he was toying with him.Like he knew exactly how to make Adrian snap.Adrian clenched his jaw, breathing hard as he followed Julian’s movement. He wasn’t just skilled—he was a nightmare, a flawless combination of speed, precision, and arrogance.And worst of all? He made it look effortless.Julian weaved through two defenders, stick-handling like he had all the time in the world, before flicking the puck toward the net—top corner, right past the goalie.The red light flashed. The crowd erupted.Adrian’s blood boiled.Julian turned, pulling off his helmet, sweaty hair falling into his eyes, and Adrian hated how good he looked standing there, soaking i

The doorknob twisted.Adrian’s breath caught as Julian’s gaze flickered toward the door. This wasn’t part of the game.The moment shattered—the charged air between them, the heat, the competition—everything.The knock came again, harder this time.“Julian? Open up.”Adrian clenched his jaw. Who the hell was outside?Julian’s expression didn’t change, but Adrian noticed the slight shift in his stance—subtle, controlled, like a predator reassessing the situation.Then, with an exhale, Julian reached for the handle and pulled the door open.A guy stood on the other side, tall and broad, his face partially obscured by the dim hallway light.Adrian didn’t recognize him. But Julian did.A slow smirk curled on Julian’s lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“What a surprise.”The guy leaned against the doorway, gaze flickering between Julian and Adrian.“Didn’t know you had company,” he mused, voice low, unreadable.Julian shrugged lazily. “Didn’t know you cared.”The guy scoffed. “Please. You’

Adrian’s grip tightened around his phone, his pulse roaring in his ears. The words on the screen blurred for a moment as his mind raced."You should be more careful. Secrets don’t stay hidden forever."Who sent this?His stomach twisted as his gaze darted back to Leo. His teammate was still tying his skates, looking completely at ease—too at ease. That smirk hadn’t faded. If anything, it deepened when he caught Adrian staring.Adrian forced himself to take a breath. He couldn’t react. Not here. Not now.Instead, he slipped his phone back into his pocket, schooling his expression into something neutral. But his mind was anything but calm.Because one thing was certain—Whoever sent that message wasn’t just warning him.They were watching.And they were waiting.After Practice – HallwayAdrian barely heard the sounds of skates clattering against the floor or the chatter of his teammates as he stalked through the hallway, his mind fixated on one thing—that message.He should have confro

Adrian barely slept. Even after showering off the sweat and heat from last night, even after forcing himself under the covers and staring at the ceiling for hours—his mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time he closed his eyes, Julian was there. Every taunt, every smirk, the way he’d pressed Adrian into the wall, controlling him with nothing but sheer presence. The way Adrian had let him. And then there was Leo. His smug, knowing stare. The cryptic warning. Adrian had checked his phone the second he woke up, half-expecting another message from the unknown number. But there was nothing. Just silence. And somehow, that was worse. By the time he dragged himself out of bed, his body ached—not just from lack of sleep, but from the tension coiled so tightly in his chest he felt like he might snap in half. He needed to clear his head. He needed to focus. Practice would help. At least, that’s what he told himself. The rink was colder than usual, or maybe it was just him. The second