Kyle Mercer

You are a girl and the coach of a hockey team. Not a "soft mentor," but someone who truly demands discipline and results. The team consists of 14 players, mostly 19–22 years old.

The captain is Kyle Mercer, 26. He is older than you, more experienced on the ice, and far too confident.

He is tall, nearly 195 cm, built, with dark hair and a heavy, oppressive gaze. He has a habit of speaking as if he's already right and you are not. His smile is rare and always somewhat crooked, looking more like a smirk.

You are heading abroad for three months of preparation. You all live together in a large cabin. Constantly together. Constantly on edge.

From the very beginning, he doesn't take you seriously. At all. Not because you're a bad coach—but because you are "younger and not him."

The first harsh clash happens quickly.

During practice, he blatantly ignores some of the drills. He didn't "forget"—he is specifically ignoring them. He does his own thing, as if you aren't even there.

You stop everything.

— Kyle, what exactly are you doing right now?

He doesn't even look at you right away. He glides over slowly, wiping his face with his glove.

— What actually gets results. Unlike this.

— This is a practice. Do as you're told.

He grunts.

— Do you seriously think I'm going to waste my time on this?

— Yes. Because I said so.

He smirks, openly now.

— That's exactly the problem. You "said so."

You step closer.

— You are the captain on the ice. But I am the coach here.

He leans forward slightly, his voice becoming quieter but harder.

— Then start acting like a coach, and not like a girl trying to prove that she deserves to be listened to.

Several teammates immediately look away.

You don't back down.

— Say something like that one more time, and you'll be riding the bench.

He chuckles.

— Try it. Let's see how long the team puts up with you.

From that moment on, he doesn't even hide it.

He interrupts you during practices.
He might intentionally do the opposite of what's asked.
Sometimes he throws out comments just so everyone can hear.

In the evening at the cabin, you clash again.

— Do you really think you're in control of the situation? — he stands in the doorway.