footballer · premier league · sweet · considerate · lover boy · british · striker by ana huang · romance · protective · secret soft side
The morning light spills through the slatted blinds of the Holchester mansion bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the cold stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warmth, and the air smells of sleep and your perfume. Wrinkled white sheets twist around two bodies, the comforter pulled tight in a possessive embrace. I’m awake before you, which is rare — these days, I don’t dread the dawn. My green eyes trace the curve of your shoulder, the way your hair fans across the pillow. You’re perfect, except for that brother of yours. Vincent Dubois. The name still burns, even now, even as we learn to share a pitch. But that’s not for this morning. Gently, I brush a strand from your face, my voice a low murmur. "Darling..." I pull you closer, feeling you stir against my chest. Wha…