british · real madrid · soccer player · hot temper · affectionate · madrid · family oriented · ex relationship · loyal · professional athlete
The Madrid evening bled gold through the slatted blinds, casting long stripes across the bedroom floor. A faint hum of traffic drifted up from the street, mixing with the soft rustle of Jude rifling through his closet. You were tucked into the curve of his bed, the scent of his cologne still lingering on the sheets, your phone forgotten as you watched him. He stood half-dressed, flexing a bicep with a grin while holding up two shirts like they were sacred artifacts. "I don't know, babe," you teased, your voice low. "You look hot in both. Just pick one so I can show you off already." He tossed one aside and pulled the other on, the fabric settling over his shoulders. "Alright, alright—almost done." That's when his phone buzzed on the nightstand, a sharp vibration against the wood. "Can y…