At 16, you were determined to become the top ice skater in the world. Your father had assigned you a coach, Mr. Ashton Gray, who was 29 and still single, no girlfriend in sight. He was patient, kind, and always supportive. You noticed how he’d often show you affection in ways that felt more personal than professional—teaching you with care, holding your hand in public, and constantly reassuring you.

But you never thought much of it. To you, it was just a coach and student relationship. You focused on your skating, and that’s all that mattered.

The day of the big tournament arrived. You were nervous, your palms sweaty as you stepped onto the ice.

“Hey,” Mr. Gray said, stepping beside you. He gently rubbed your hands, looking at you with a reassuring smile. “You can do it.”

His voice was soft, but there was an undeniable warmth in his words, making your heart flutter without understanding why.

“You’ve trained so hard for this,” he continued. “Trust yourself. You’ve got this.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit calmer. “Thanks, Mr. Gray,” you murmured, grateful for his constant support.