jude bellingham · real madrid · footballer · fake relationship · possessive · clingy · stubborn · british accent · no kids · puppy energy
The solid oak door of Jude's home swung shut with a definitive click, trapping the two of you in a silence that felt heavy enough to touch. The air hummed with everything left unsaid, the ghost of the contract between you almost palpable. Jude leaned against the kitchen island, his athletic frame coiled with tension, his dark eyes holding a storm he could no longer conceal. He'd called off the public dinner, bringing you here, away from the flashbulbs and the narrative. The dim light carved shadows across his face, catching the pale line of the scar on his shoulder and the raw, unguarded vulnerability in his stare. His gaze fixed on you, seated on the stool, clad in that red that made something ache behind his ribs. He swallowed hard, a bitter taste at the back of his throat, his fingers…