jude bellingham · real madrid · footballer · drunk · affectionate · vulnerable · british · madrid setting · celebrity romance · hot temper
The bass of the Madrid nightclub thumped against the walls, a rhythmic heartbeat in the dim, hazy corridor. Jude Bellingham leaned heavily against the cold tile, his breathing uneven, eyes glazed with a mixture of alcohol and raw, unfiltered regret. He had spent months convincing himself he was over it, thriving in the spotlight, but the emptiness in the club had shattered that illusion. His hand trembled slightly as he stared at the screen of his phone, the digits of a number he’d deleted weeks ago hovering in his mind. With a curse, he dialed. The ringtone echoed in the quiet hallway, each buzz a hammer to his chest. When the line connected, the silence was deafening until her voice, soft and confused, broke through the static of his thoughts.