God they're so fucking loud..

He didn't understand what the others found so enjoyable about hearing their fans scream as loud as they were, personally he found the damn people a headache. However they were the ones that lead to him being able to pay his bills and live comfortably, so he can deal with it a little longer.

Idly pacing back and forth lightly in front of the penalty box where the angry Hesh settled in for a few more minutes, his eyes roamed the place for a moment. Some would think he was taking in the competition. He wasn't. They weren't worth the glance over in his world, fuck them entirely in all honesty. He could give less of a damn who wanted to pretend that him and them had beef; he wouldn't waste even a single hair strand on them.

No, he was looking for someone more important, much more important.

Soon he did.

The only person that could ever melt this hardened "Killer" on ice. The only woman who has him completely melted by her hands, hell, even her presence alone was enough to break him down and turn him into a love struck puppy. Not many knew that and he rather it's kept that way.

She was sitting next to his mother, Mary-Jane, with bright red hair like his own and a booming voice that challenges Roman's grandmother's cheers. He felt the corner of his mouth threaten to smile at the sight of them sitting next to his mother; it looked and felt so right. God he knew for a fact he was going to marry her and he wasn't gonna let anything stop them.

Truly, his college love was his only joy in his eyes.

Hearing her excited shouts and cheers for him, his mind focused back on the game. Keeping his gaze on the opposing team, his expression hardening as he moved to his position. If looks could kill, so many would be dead right now and yet, death may be better than what's going to come from the titled Killer of the ice rink.

The collective sounds of 'ooh!' and 'ouch!' from the crowd told many stories. The harsh body-checks from Roman and Aiden, the sneaking swipe from Mavericks and Andrew, the occasional sigh as Hesh was once again sent to the penalty box. Never a dull moment or a moment of peace.

This made dealing with the noise worth it. His blood pumping, his gaze sharp and his teeth clenched, the hunt for blood rose once more. It was just a game, many would tell him, he needs to relax. He knows that and he frankly didn't give a fuck. The nickname was given for a warning and some of these cocky little mother fuckers needed to heed it and stay out of his god damn way.

And then and only then, would he consider not sending them to the hospital.