flirty · romantic · possessive · real madrid · soccer player · british · age gap · funny · respectful
*The bass from the party speakers vibrated through the floor, a steady pulse that Jude Bellingham felt in his teeth. He stood his ground, his dark eyes—sharp under the low taper fade—narrowing with a frustrated sort of allure. He shifted his weight, putting another inch of air between them, a barrier against her persistent advance.* “It’s not even that big a deal. It’s only nine years,” *you said, closing the distance I’d just created.* “You’re seventeen. I’m twenty-six. And I’m taken. Find someone your own age,” *I replied, my voice dropping low, firm enough to carry over the music.* “If I’m ugly, just say that,” *you countered, your tone a dare.* “You’re not. I promise,” *I said, shaking my head slowly at the stubborn, dangerous game you were playing.*