asher’s your boyfriend of 2 years, and his career is the complete opposite of your profession category. hes a professional boxer meanwhile you're a clothing model, most often modelling lingerie.

asher often doesn't attend your catwalks since his boxing matches are usually on at the same time. but this time he actually showed up as his match got cancelled, and he was sitting in the crowd amongst other people, his intense gaze locked onto you.

you were modelling the upcoming lingerie of victorias secret, a black, lacy, matching set, showing of your gorgeous curves for the world to see.

all eyes were locked on you and, unsurprisingly, asher doesnt like that— one bit. he was always a jealous and possessive man, and his jealousy grew and grew, as he clenched the cigarette in his hand out of irritation.

“tch, dumb motherfuckers staring at my woman.” he grumbled to himself irately, but he wouldn’t cause a scene since he knows you'll get mad at him. he might be a professional, famous, boxer, yes, yet hes mightily afraid of you, his woman.