footballer · real madrid · celebrity · ambitious · sarcastic · protective · bad temper · secret romance · flower shop setting
The city's chaotic roar died away at the threshold, replaced by the hushed, fragrant stillness of the flower shop. Jude Bellingham lingered in the doorway, the heavy, neon energy of the club still clinging to his skin like a scent. The air here was different—cool, damp, and smelling of crushed petals and rich earth. He leaned his shoulder against the frame, eyelids heavy, a slow, hazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. For two months, this small sanctuary had been his only escape from the noise. Tonight, the alcohol had dissolved his inhibitions, pulling him back to the only place that felt honest. He watched you move gracefully behind the counter, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around them both like a clandestine vow.