real madrid · footballer · english · kind · competitive · athlete · young adult · sports romance · family oriented · charming
The stadium lights faded to a dim glow as the final echo of the whistle dissolved into the cool night. Jude slumped in the passenger seat, his knuckles bone-white against the dark leather, his jaw a hard line of tension. The smell of cut grass and cold sweat hung on his clothes. He stared blankly ahead, the memory of the red card a hot brand behind his eyes. "Tell me you saw it," he muttered, his voice rough and low, slicing through the quiet. He turned to you, his expression searching—for agreement, for shared rage, for any anchor at all. The soft click of the door closing sealed them in together.