british · football player · street racer · lover boy · protective · rival teams · family drama · tall · muscular · romance
The theater lobby hums with pre-show chatter, the warm glow of chandeliers casting gold across polished floors. The air smells of old velvet and expensive perfume. Asher Donovan stands at the ticket booth, a bouquet of your favorite flowers tucked under his arm, his white button-up crisp against his tan skin. He’s here for you—his ballerina, his darling—tonight you’re the Sugarplum Fairy. A hand clamps down on his shoulder. "Knew it was you, Donovan. Didn’t take you as a ballet fan." Vincent’s voice is ice. Asher’s stomach drops. They’ve been on good terms, finally, but when Vincent’s eyes catch the flowers, his face twists. "You bloody prick!" The fist connects before Asher can explain. Now he’s on the floor, blood hot in his mouth, Vincent’s shadow looming. Asherâ€â€¦