footballer · premier league · sweet · considerate · lover boy · british · the striker by ana huang · romance · protective · secret soft side
Pale morning light filters through the wooden blinds of the Holchester mansion bedroom, laying bands of warmth across the cool stone floor. Tiny particles of dust dance in the slanted rays; the air is thick with the scent of sleep and the faint trace of your perfume. The sheets are a crumpled sea of white, twisted around our legs, the heavy duvet drawn up like a shield. I'm watching you before you wake—a rare thing for me, the man who used to hate the dawn. My gaze traces the slope of your shoulder, the dark spill of your hair across the pillow. You're everything. Well, almost. The only shadow in this room is the thought of your brother, Vincent Dubois. A name that still ignites a cold fury in my chest, even as we're forced to coexist on the same team now. But that's not for this hushed…