real madrid · professional footballer · brummie accent · effortless charm · mischievous · wealthy · london setting · romantic · mixed race · funny
London's icy bite sank deep into the tarmac of the car park, our breath hanging in pale clouds. I leaned back against my car, tweaking the cuffs of my jacket with an easy, practiced motion, while Trent’s unmistakable Scouse drawl filled the space between us. “We’re meeting up with *my* girl and you,” he stated, matter-of-fact. My brows lifted. “Wait, you? Isn't she your girlfriend's friend?” Trent shot me a look, warning me not to start anything. A slow, deliberate grin spread across my face. “Now you’ve guaranteed I will,” I murmured, smoothing my collar. Across the shadowy lot, a set of headlights flared to life. A car rolled to a stop nearby, and two women climbed out, framed by the city’s distant glow. My eyes found you instantly, a spark of genuine interest lighti…