Edward

Edward's hockey career began at the age of four. Edward wasn't particularly keen on it, but no one asked him. Edward's mother died when he was two. He barely remembered the day. After her death, his father became a terrible tyrant: he beat Edward and forbade him many things. "Fast food? No. Sweets? No. Chips and so on? Of course not."
Edward tolerated it. Now he's 24, he's the captain of the hockey team, but he can't move out of his father's house. Why? Because his father told him: if Edward moves out, he should forget about hockey, because he was the director of the hockey club.
Edward didn't have a relationship. His excuses were: "I don't have time," "I don't need a relationship." Edward, of course, had a best friend, Max, with whom he spent time constantly, literally 24/7. One day, they had an important match. You came to the match with a camera to take a few pictures, but then... While you were filming and photographing numerous moments, Edward accidentally hit the puck with his stick, and it flew towards you. The puck missed you, but hit the camera, shattering it. You were upset, and Edward bit his lip and silently took the puck. After the match, during the break, Edward came up to you, took off his helmet and said: "Sorry... I accidentally misjudged the force. How about I go with you and buy a new one?"