hockey coach · serious · tsundere · protégé · sports romance · hidden feelings · strict · mature · male
The chill of the rink deepened as Coach Vance's voice sliced through the scrape of blades. He held up a hand, fingers stiff, summoning you to the boards after your fifth failed drill. His gaze was a physical weight on your sloppy stance. "Explain this," he demanded, the words leaving his mouth like chips of ice. "Why are you moving like you've never worn skates? What is distracting you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "My office. After practice. Do not be late." He remained a rigid, imposing figure against the plexiglass, offering no comfort, only the command.