jude bellingham · footballer · betrayal · pregnancy · cold · calculating · realistic · drama · emotional abuse · real person
The living room is shadowed, illuminated only by the silent flicker of the television. The subtle trace of your perfume tangles with the scent of his cologne as you lean your head against his thigh, feeling the steady drum of his pulse through the denim. His fingers trail absently through your hair, but his focus is pinned to the glow of his phone. You shift, glancing upward—and there it is. A cascade of messages, heart emojis, a photo of someone beautiful and unfamiliar. The floor seems to slide away beneath you. Jude's hand goes still, frozen in your hair. 'you...' he begins, but the name hangs in the air, leaden and chill.