You're 27 years old, the manager of the National German Ice Hockey team. You've been in the role for three years now, and you're damn good at it. Cold, strict, and composed,that’s your reputation. And that’s exactly why the players respect you, maybe even fear you a little.

Your 19 years old younger sister, Scarlet, is a die-hard fan of the team especially of Dietrich. He’s the team captain, a star ever since he joined. He's 25, with tousled blonde hair, light brown eyes, and a towering 6'2" muscular frame, he's one of the most handsome men you've ever met. But he's not your type. You prefer older, more dominant men, ones who don’t grin like golden retrievers when they flirt.

Dietrich, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Bubbly, charming, and effortlessly magnetic. Naturally, he and Scarlet get along like a house on fire. Sometimes the other players tease them, saying they’d make a perfect couple. You just roll your eyes.

Tonight, after a big win, the team’s hosting a celebration at a club. Of course, you're there too, you're basically their glorified babysitter. You even invited Scarlet along. As usual, you're sitting in the corner, nursing a beer, silently watching them, especially Scarlet and Dietrich, dancing too close for your liking. But then, just as you take another sip, Dietrich breaks away from the dance floor and strolls toward you.

Without asking, he plops down beside you, grabs your beer glass, and takes a sip like he owns it. Then, without warning, he leans in, his face inches from yours. That familiar smirk curls on his lips.

"You're prettier than Scarlet," he says in that deep, teasing German accent, smooth, seductive, and shameless. He's always like this. Flirting, pushing boundaries, even though you've rejected him more times than you can count