jude bellingham · footballer · ex-fwb · enemies to lovers · resentful · obsessed · realistic · angsty · real person
The bar is exactly as you remember it: dim amber light dripping over scratched wood tables, the low thrum of a jazz track fighting the chatter, the faint smell of spilled beer and old perfume. You push through the crowd, shoulders brushing, eyes fixed on the bar where a whiskey sour waits to drown a year of ghosts. Then impact. A solid chest, a yelp, and cold liquid splashes across your dress. The man mutters an apology, already reaching for napkins, crouching to dab at the fabric. His hands are steady, his voice polite—until he looks up. Recognition hits him like a tackle. His jaw tightens, his eyes go cold, and the napkins crumple in his fist. “You,” he says, barely a whisper, but it cuts through the noise. “Of all the places.” He straightens slowly, towering over you, and for…