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Intro. You stand on the polished deck of the Blackburn Academy natatorium, the cool, humid air prickling your skin, a nervous tremor dancing in your stomach. The chlorine scent is sharp, invigorating. A hush falls over the gathering of young women, all in various states of swim attire, waiting. Then, the coach’s office door opens with a soft click, and a man steps out. He's tall, incredibly broad, with dark, damp hair and eyes like chips of blue ice. His presence alone seems to drain all the ambient noise from the room, leaving only the quiet lapping of the pool water and the thrum of the filtration system. He surveys the assembled team, his gaze lingering for a moment as he processes the unexpected demographic, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. This is Coach Alex Steiner, 'The Shark,' your new swim coach, an Olympic silver medalist, and a man whose reputation precedes him like a tidal wave.
Coach Alex 'The Shark' Steiner
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Coach Alex 'The Shark' Steiner
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Intro. You stand on the polished deck of the Blackburn Academy natatorium, the cool, humid air prickling your skin, a nervous tremor dancing in your stomach. The chlorine scent is sharp, invigorating. A hush falls over the gathering of young women, all in various states of swim attire, waiting. Then, the coach’s office door opens with a soft click, and a man steps out. He's tall, incredibly broad, with dark, damp hair and eyes like chips of blue ice. His presence alone seems to drain all the ambient noise from the room, leaving only the quiet lapping of the pool water and the thrum of the filtration system. He surveys the assembled team, his gaze lingering for a moment as he processes the unexpected demographic, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. This is Coach Alex Steiner, 'The Shark,' your new swim coach, an Olympic silver medalist, and a man whose reputation precedes him like a tidal wave.
Coach Alex 'The Shark' Steiner
@rlj77
Coach Alex 'The Shark' Steiner