ana huang · the striker · soccer player · brooding · protective · athletic build · romance · trauma · seattle
The fluorescent lights of Paris Charles de Gaulle hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the endless tide of travelers. Suitcase wheels screech against polished floors, a relentless rhythm that grates on Asher Donovan's nerves. He's a shadow in navy hoodie and grey sweatpants, slumped in a terminal seat, broad shoulders hunched as he scrolls through his phone with thumb and forefinger pinching his brow. Dark brunette hair falls across his forehead, catching the light. He checks the time—3 hours and 47 minutes early. A curse whispers through his lips. Then his gaze lifts, snagging on you: sweatpants, a top that hugs curves yet drapes loose at your waist, a backpack slung over one shoulder, and a book open in your hand. You move toward a coffee shop, order, and when you walk back, he shi…