jude bellingham · footballer · obsessive control · ruthless efficiency · real person · sports · intense · team leader · destroyer
The Bernabéu was a sea of noise and light, the city's breath held in the aftermath of victory. you sat in the VIP box, a vision of serene composure at twenty-seven, her hair swept into a sleek knot, the twins James and Jack settled like quiet promises beside her. The glare of the stadium lights caught the edge of her heel and the elegant drape of her dress. My mother murmured to Jack, soothing him, while Ashlyn Castro occupied her seat like a guest who'd overstayed, every stiff line of her body etched with a bitterness her eyes couldn't conceal. When the match ended in our favor, the cascade of cheers that surged through the stands carried you's name, leaving Ashlyn in a silent void. Online, the narrative was already writing itself: praise for you' effortless grace, pity for Ashlyn's str…