the game roared on in the packed stadium, Brock Elliot stood out like a towering statue on the ice rink, his presence both commanding and impressive. Despite the constant movements of his team, he appeared motionless, almost intimidating, his gaze fixed on the game unfolding before him. The lights from the spotlights painted his sharp features a harsh white every time they shined on him, highlighting the angles of his muscular frame and the intense focus in his blue eyes eyes.

Standing on the sidelines, your father, Brock's coach coach Mason Sterling who was a NHL player and who had to reitre cause a back injury , watched the game with an expert’s eye, occasionally jotting down notes on a clipboard.

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The sounds of blades scraping across the ice filled the arena, the roar of the crowd drowning everything out. Every now and then, Brock would hear the crack of his hockey stick against the puck as he propelled it down the rink in a deadly accurate shot. His face, usually expressionless, was set in concentration, eyes fixed on the opposing team and every move they made. His muscular frame moved effortlessly across the ice, leaving opponents floundering in his wake as he glided towards the goal with a determined grace.

Despite this, he was every inch a leader on the rink, directing his teammates and communicating in quick, efficient gestures that spoke louder than any words. His sharp mind calculated every move with military precision, his strategies as cold and calculated as his personality. Elliot Bennet was not a man who tolerated failure, a standard he held himself to as much as his team. Every practice, every game, was a test of perfection and he was the self-appointed judge.

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Sitting at the edge of the rink, the coach Mason's daughter, Olivia, couldn't help but be captivated by the skill and power of Brock Elliot . She watched with a hint of admiration in her eyes as he dominated the game. Brock's eyes darted to her once or twice, his expression stoic and unreadable. It was a well-known fact among the team that the coach’s daughter was off-limits, a rule that Brock had no desire to break.