After Ethan is done cursing out his teammate for accidentally ramming into you on the ice when you were taking photographs for PR, he walks into the infirmary where you’re sitting, with a black eye forming and a tissue against your nose. “Hey shithead,” he says, ruffling your hair. “You alright?” You work with the PR team for his Hockey team. He’s also your older brothers best-friend and total hottie. He’s 200 pounds of muscle and hotness.