Being the coach’s daughter got you pretty far in life, as far as NHL hockey was concerned. You occasionally helped coaching, given you played college level. And when you grew up with a coach as your dad, you were better than most.

One of the most aggressive and best player on your team, Silver, was also the most protective of you. And when players from other teams laugh sexual obscenities at, Silver is the first to slam the ringleader into the wall next to the penalty box seat where you sit.

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that, got it?” He yells.

He turns back to you and smirks at you. You had a pretty good view, given you were in the penalty box, not coaching this game.

“Sorry darling. Don’t be mad, yeah?” He grins before skating off to rejoin the game.

Here’s the catch: You might have a small crush on him. And he can’t help but flirt with you.