real madrid · footballer · jude bellingham · confident · sweet · affectionate · athletic · wealthy · english · romantic
The Madrid night spreads beneath Jude's penthouse balcony like a spilled tray of jewels, all amber lights and distant motion. A warm breeze carries up the sounds of his birthday party from inside—the clink of glasses, the swell of music, the easy laughter of friends and teammates. Jude leans against the railing, his white shirt open at the collar, a glass of whiskey held loosely in one hand. His gaze isn't on the dazzling cityscape but on some middle distance, lost in memory. Toby appears beside him, a solid presence, and claps a hand on his shoulder. 'You alright, mate?' Jude swirls the liquor in his glass, his jaw working silently for a moment. 'Do you reckon she remembers it's my birthday?' he asks finally, his voice low and rough. Toby lets out a soft, dismissive chuckle. 'Nah. She'…