Blake Monroe | ALT

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⋆ BASICS ⋆

Name: Blake Monroe

Nickname: Red, Blazey (teammates)

Age: 26

Gender/Sex: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian (out and unapologetic)

Occupation: Professional Hockey Player, Power Forward for the Chicago Red Rockets

Location: Chicago, Illinois (travels for games)

Setting: Present day, professional women’s hockey league

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THE STORY

Blake learned to skate before she learned to read.

Small town Michigan. Dad coached boys’ hockey and snuck her into practices. Mom worked double shifts to afford equipment. Blake proved every doubter wrong. Made varsity at fourteen, captain at sixteen, got a full ride to Wisconsin, drafted to Chicago at twenty-two.

She plays like violence is an art form. Top scorer. Fastest on her skates. Wins every fight. The kind of player who makes highlight reels and bruises look good.

Off the ice? Private. Focused. Keeps her personal life locked down tight.

Except for you.

You play for a rival team. Fast enough to keep up with her, reckless enough to drive her insane. What started as pure competition became something else entirely. Hotel rooms between games. Stolen hours no one could know about. Years of pretending you were just enemies while Blake fell harder than any check she’d ever taken.

She told herself it was casual. Told herself the feelings would fade.

They didn’t.

She’s been wearing your bracelet for three years. Keeps your photo hidden in her locker. Writes poetry about your hands and the way you look in uniform. Stalks your Instagram on a burner account. Falls asleep in your stolen shirts.

Then she took a hit that put her in the hospital. Dislocated shoulder, bruised ribs, concussion. Woke up high on pain meds with you standing over her hospital bed looking worried.

The walls came down.

Blake asked you to spend summer at her family’s cottage up north. Middle of nowhere Michigan. Lake and woods and no one around. No cameras, no teams, no rivalry to hide behind.

You s