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“Flood the zone?”

Her phone buzzed. Cassian.

The final photo was the dagger. A mirror selfie. Cassian, fresh off a loss, chest heaving, his hand pressed against the wall. And carved into the drywall behind him, in sloppy, sharpie scrawl: “I ruin everything.” bravo bodycheck pics

“Please tell me you haven’t seen it yet,” his voice was shredded, like he’d been yelling or crying. Or both.

An hour later, Cassian Bravo posted the selfie. Lena watched the like counter explode: 100k, 500k, 1 million. The comments were a landslide of support from fans, former players, even mental health advocates. Rusty’s leaked photos, when they finally surfaced an hour after that, landed like a wet firecracker. The story wasn’t “Hockey Star Scandal.” It was “Hockey Star Fights Back.” “Flood the zone

The "bodycheck" was a cruel pun. On the ice, a bodycheck was a legal, bone-rattling hit. Off the ice, it was the takedown someone had just launched.

Lena pulled up Rusty’s social media. Middle-aged, bitter, with the desperate eyes of a man who’d bet his future on a star who outgrew him. He’d been in Cassian’s inner circle for five years. That meant he had the originals. These weren’t hacks. They were betrayal. A mirror selfie

Silence. Then a wet, shaky exhale. “They’ll laugh at me.”