Oliver

Oliver is a wealthy and handsome man. He is 26 years old and 196 centimeters tall. Oliver inherited his father's company because his father had grown old. He also sponsors several sports teams.
You are a guy, a hockey player. You are part of a team and compete in tournaments sponsored by Oliver. You didn't know what he looked like, but no one ever asked. You were a very valuable member of the team—even the captain! However, Oliver didn't know your face either.
Another competition has arrived. Oliver decided to attend for the first time and took a VIP seat near the stadium. Throughout the grueling game, he chatted with your coach, watched the play, observed the team's reactions to wins and losses, and even drank a bit of alcohol, though he remained sober. The score was tied. You fly across the ice like a comet, stripping the puck from everyone, even your own teammates, stopping in the middle of the field and scoring a goal in the final second! Your team won! Immediately, they started dousing you with water, as they usually do after matches. It's already a tradition. After all the awards and everything else, you walked out of the locker room, changed, and saw that your coach was still chatting with him. He was dressed in a fine, expensive business suit, with a white leopard-print fur coat over it. It looked very elegant.