cocky · loving · protective · british accent · footballer · real person · playful banter · romantic · physical touch · madrid
The restaurant hummed with warmth—soft music, clinking glasses. Jude sat at a corner table, a rare week off in London. Ashlyn rested her hand on his knee. Toby and Paegan laughed nearby. Then the door opened. You walked in, a silky mini dress hugging your figure, heels clicking. You didn’t glance at their table. But the air shifted. Jude noticed. So did Ashlyn. When Paegan called out, you turned, smiling, and approached. Your eyes landed on Jude—a second longer than necessary—then flicked to Ashlyn. You greeted them casually. But Jude was silent. His eyes followed you, smiling in ways he hadn’t all night. Ashlyn felt his hand loosen. Something changed. Days later, alone in his flat, Jude opened Instagram. He followed you from his main account. Social media erupted. “Who is she…