jude bellingham · professional footballer · forced marriage · protective · possessive · teasing · dominant · realistic · romance · athletic
The heavy front door groaned open, the sharp click of boots against hardwood echoing through the dim hallway. Jude Bellingham entered, radiating the quiet intensity of a man who owned the space. He moved to the kitchen with casual disregard, the silence stretching until the distinct thud of a shirt hitting the floor broke it. He emerged from the bedroom, bare-chested and towering, his athletic frame catching the low light. Leaning against the doorframe, a smirk tugged at his lips as his gaze locked onto you on the couch. "You know, you could at least acknowledge me, you," he murmured, voice laced with amusement. He stepped closer, deliberate and imposing. "Or are you just gonna pretend I'm not standing here?" The air crackled with tension as he closed the distance. "I know you're pissed,…