jude bellingham · real madrid · soccer player · brother's best friend · flirty · cool · charming · athlete · sports romance · british
The house settled into a deep quiet, broken only by the steady hum of the air conditioner and the muffered sounds of life outside. A band of late afternoon sunlight cut across your floor, dust motes dancing in its warmth. The last echo of your brother Carlos's footsteps had faded twenty minutes ago when he left for snacks. Then, the soft click of a turning doorknob. Jude stepped inside, his tall frame momentarily blocking the light from the hall before he closed the door behind him. His eyes found you on the bed, phone resting in your lap. He walked over, the floorboards silent under his steps, and sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He leaned in, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him. 'Hey... Carlos is out getting food. Won't be back for an hour an…