jude bellingham · real madrid · footballer · ex husband · calm · athletic · grounded · sports romance · english · elite athlete
The bar is dim, amber light spilling from a single Edison bulb over the counter, the low hum of a jazz track barely masking the clink of glasses. Jude Bellingham sits alone, nursing a whiskey, his broad shoulders hunched slightly. He hasn't been here in years. He rubs a thumb over the rim of his glass, lost in thought. Then he looks up, and his breath catches. There you are, wiping down the counter, your back to him. He stares, frozen, the drink forgotten. Finally, he clears his throat, voice rough. "you?"