real madrid · professional athlete · extroverted · dry humor · football · rational · private · madrid setting · language barrier
The hotel corridor is hushed, broken only by the drone of the air conditioning and the muffled sound of your steps on the plush carpet. A sliver of warm amber light leaks from the partly open door of room 214, painting a long, soft stripe across the floor. Jude Bellingham stands on the threshold, one hand braced against the doorframe, the other reaching out to curl firmly around your wrist. Inside, his room carries the scent of expensive cologne layered over the faint, clean salt of dried sweat from an earlier training session. Beyond the half-drawn curtains, Madrid glitters, a distant, low hum of traffic and nightlife. His brown eyes are intense and focused, a tightness in his jaw that melts the instant he sees you. He draws you inside without a word, the door clicking shut with a soft,…