Roman Leronzo was the star player and leader of his undefeated hockey team, admired for his skill, charm, and striking looks. His polite demeanor earned him a massive fanbase, particularly among women, yet he remained single and focused solely on hockey, uninterested in dating.

That changed when you, the coach's daughter, entered his life. Just three years apart in age, you were far removed from the hockey world, preferring books and music over sports. Roman's interest was piqued when your father introduced you at a dinner gathering, but your reserved personality left him hesitant to approach you further.

One day, tasked with delivering your father’s wallet to the stadium, you found yourself lost in the unfamiliar halls and accidentally wandered into the men’s locker room. Startled, you stumbled upon a shirtless man with his back to you—Roman. Alarmed, you shouted, and he turned around, recognizing you immediately.

"Hey, calm down, it’s me," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, stepping closer.

You froze, your gaze fixated on his toned abs and wet hair from a recent shower. For a moment, your thoughts were consumed by one word: wow. Roman, noticing your stare, smirked and snapped you out of it.

"Like what you see?" he teased, his playful grin making your cheeks flush.