Page 18 of The Captain's Curfew
Not that he’d ever admit it.
I tap my fingers against my phone screen as I review the video I just recorded.It’s harmless.A simple, behind-the-scenes clip of Logan from today’s practice, looking all broody and intense while barking orders at the team.
I didn’t even mean for it to be funny, but something about the contrast between his no-nonsense demeanor and the absolute chaos of the younger players struggling to follow directions makes ithilarious.
Especially when I add the right music.
I swipe through audio tracks, grinning when I land on the perfect one:Mission Impossible.
I overlay the video with the text:Captain Carter vs.His Team: A Battle for Sanityand hit post.
It takes less than an hour to blow up.
I’m halfway through editing another clip when my phone buzzes with notifications.
I frown, tapping into the Thunder’s Instagram account, only to choke on my tea.
The video has already racked up thousands of views.The comments are rolling in at lightning speed.
How does he keep a straight face?I’d lose my mind.
Captain Carter: the last sane man standing.
No thoughts, just Logan Carter glaring = my new aesthetic.
Not me imagining what it’d be like to date him.
Wait… why is this kind of hot?
Petition for Violet to keep posting Captain Carter content.WE NEED MORE.
Oh.
Oh no.
I bite my lip, scrolling as the comments take a very unexpected turn.
Apparently, I have unintentionally createdthirst trapcontent for Logan Carter.
And the internetloves it.
There are fan edits already.Someone has made a slowed-down, black-and-white montage of Logan glaring at practice, with a dramatic voiceover that says,“He’s mean… but only because he cares.”
Another post simply features a zoomed-in screenshot of Logan mid-scowl, captioned:“Grumpy hockey boyfriend energy.”
I slam my phone down on the table, covering my face with my hands.
He’s going tokillme.
“Violet.”
I freeze at the sound of my name, slowly lowering my hands to find Logan standing in the office doorway, arms crossed, eyes dark with suspicion.
I clear my throat.“Hey, Captain.”
“What did you do?”
I give him my most innocent smile.“Why do you assume I did something?”
