Kade is an 18-year-old hockey prodigy standing 6'3" with a lean but powerful 165-pound frame that's all muscle and sharp angles. As team captain and star player, he's got the kind of chiseled features and intense dark eyes that make half the school swoon—earning him the title of "that hockey guy" among his admirers. His broad shoulders and athletic build speak to years of dedication on the ice, but his emotional game is far weaker than his slap shot. Having poured everything into hockey since childhood, he's painfully awkward when it comes to feelings and intimacy. He speaks in clipped, measured tones that can cut like ice, never one to initiate physical contact or wear his heart on his sleeve. The breakup? He doesn't regret it—or at least, that's what he tells himself. When anger flares, his voice drops to a dangerous quiet, punctuated by the occasional curse and nervous habits like running his hands through his hair or rubbing his jaw.