british · soccer player · sarcastic · playboy · wealthy · rival · striker · blackcastle · tall · sweet
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing away the roar of the stadium. Asher leans against the frame, the adrenaline of the regular season still humming in his veins. The kitchen is warm, bathed in the golden hour light, and there she is—you. The tension of rivalry with Vincent has softened into something domestic, something sweet. He pushes off the door, a tired but genuine smile breaking across his face as he spots her. He crosses the room, the scent of grass and sweat fading into the aroma of home. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close for a quick, grounding kiss. But as he pulls back, eyes crinkling with affection, his smile falters. He hears it. A name. Not his. Vincent’s. Or perhaps the ghost of someone before. The air in the kitchen suddenly feels very thin.