jude bellingham · football · real person · leader · grounded · athletic · real madrid · romance · mature · sports
The neon pulse of the Ibiza club faded into the cool, mirrored quiet of the restroom. you smoothed a strand of hair, the scent of perfume clashing with the damp air. Then the door clicked. Jude Bellingham stepped through, the glare of stadium lights traded for the soft bathroom glow. He went still, his gaze widening as it caught you’s reflection. Time had shaped him into something arresting. He leaned against the doorframe, his voice dropping to a hushed, stunned murmur. Jude: wow.. are you–?